Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 281

She was going to stand right here and watch them make absolute fools of themselves! She would make them realize the cost of crossing her.

Talia Ravenshire held her wine glass, her gaze drifting lightly over Evelyn. Having dealt with her for years, Talia could read the woman's petty schemes in a heartbeat.

Talia lowered her eyes and took a measured sip of her wine, her expression thoughtful.

Even if Alaric simply wanted to avoid being manipulated by the second branch, he shouldn't have chosen Vivienne. If she made a scene and humiliated herself, the entire family's reputation would take the hit.

Vivienne followed Alaric to the center of the ballroom. At that moment, the stage of this grand drama belonged solely to them, and the spotlight followed their every move. Bathed in the glow, the young woman's exquisite features seemed to ignite with a breathtaking vibrancy.

It was in that exact second the crowd realized that this seemingly immature girl carried a radiant, captivating light of her own. Even standing beside an untouchable, god-like figure like Alaric, she wasn't overshadowed in the slightest.

The romantic, elegant notes of the waltz filled the air.

Vivienne looked up, her gaze piercing through the sea of guests to find Caspian. She only held his eyes for a split second before slowly lowering her lashes.

As the prelude reached its crescendo, their fingertips parted. Vivienne drew a breath, pointed her toe, and executed three flawless Viennese left turns, her petal-like skirt billowing wildly around her.

Apologies to those hoping for a disaster.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

In her past life, after her grandfather announced her engagement to Alaric, she had desperately tried to win his favor by molding herself into the perfect Ravenshire bride. She had dedicated herself to mastering high-society ballroom dancing, formal dining etiquette, and strictly obeying every single family tradition. She pushed herself to the breaking point to follow all the rules, yet despite it all, Alaric had never truly looked at her. He wouldn't even tolerate attending the same events with her.

Ah, fate truly loved a cruel joke.

A flicker of genuine shock crossed Alaric's eyes. When Vivienne had offered her fingertips, he nearly missed a beat, almost failing to catch her hand in time.

But he quickly regained his composure. He swept his hand over her fingers, lightly supporting her waist as he guided her into a seamless right turn on the spot.

Vivienne's dancing was graceful and enchanting, yet infused with an effortless, breezy ease. Clutching a pink China rose in her hand, she looked like a shimmering silver butterfly dancing in the spotlight.

Alaric's movements defined sheer elegance. He played the role of a quintessential gentleman, flawlessly guiding the silver butterfly through the glowing light.

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