Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 277

Wasn't this just a childish game of pretend? The adults didn't take it seriously. However, as guests deferring to their hosts, if this was how the Ravenshire family chose to entertain, they were happy to play along.

Graham Everhart patted Preston's shoulder. "Don't just give your flower to anyone. Give it to Sophia. We can't let your sister lose too badly."

Preston smiled. "Understood, Grandpa."

Since Lara Arlington had initiated the game, she brimmed with confidence, her chin tipped high as she scanned the girls around her. To her, they were nothing but ordinary wallflowers; how could any of them compare to her? Lara shifted her gaze, her eyes casually sweeping toward the center of the room.

Just then, Preston looked up and caught her eye. Lara's face instantly flushed with a coy, bashful look. A flicker of amusement ignited in Preston's eyes, and he feigned nonchalance as he shifted his gaze toward a distant corner.

Aurelia Ravenshire was hiding amidst the crowd in a soft pink evening gown. From the moment she stepped into the banquet, her gaze had been uncontrollably drawn to Preston. All night, she had only dared to steal secret glances at him from the safety of the throng.

But when she cautiously lifted her eyes once more, their gazes unexpectedly collided.

It was their first time making eye contact all evening.

Aurelia felt the sudden, burning embarrassment of being caught in the act. Her immediate instinct was to look away, yet she found herself entirely too captivated by the feeling of his undivided attention to break the connection.

As if understanding her timid nature, Preston's eyes crinkled slightly, and he offered her a warm, dashing smile.

Aurelia felt her ears burning so hot they might as well have set off fire alarms. Completely overwhelmed, she quickly ducked her head.

Lara had kept her eyes fixed on Preston. Seeing him completely ignore her to smile at someone else caused her brow to furrow in annoyance. She immediately turned to scour the crowd.

But amidst the dense sea of guests, surrounded by girls of a similar age, she couldn't pinpoint exactly who Preston was flirting with.

Just as she was fuming in frustration, Sienna Markell, who was standing not far away, suddenly broke into a radiant smile. Lara shot a suspicious glare back at Preston, but by then, he had already averted his gaze and was turning his head to speak to Cyril Ravenshire.

The greatest pride didn't lie in becoming a princess, but in having the power to change the rules and decree who the princess would be.

Wasn't this the very essence of the law of the strong, the rule of the jungle?

Caspian Ravenshire's brows had been tightly knit, but upon hearing the second rule of the game, a faint smile finally touched his lips. He shook his head in mock helplessness. "What a chaotic game. My apologies, everyone. This quirky girl has been utterly spoiled by me."

The gathered guests merely laughed it off.

The first rumble of spring thunder had sounded, and a storm was brewing. The cleverest among them could see the bigger picture from the smallest details; they saw through the facade but knew better than to point it out.

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