Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Stealing the Spotlight

Lillian emerged gracefully, clad in a champagne-hued evening gown that hugged her slender frame with exquisite precision. The fitted silhouette traced every delicate curve, while intricate lace detailing along the neckline added a subtle, playful allure. Tiny diamonds were delicately scattered across the fabric, catching the light with each step she took, sparkling brilliantly and captivating anyone who glanced her way.

Her long, dark hair, soft and flowing like seaweed drifting in a gentle current, had been loosely gathered into a relaxed bun. The hairstyle struck the perfect balance—effortlessly charming yet undeniably elegant. Complemented by her light, fresh makeup, she looked nothing short of breathtaking, almost ethereal in the warm glow of the room.

Yet, when Sebastian’s eyes drifted downward and landed on her bare, pale toes peeking out from beneath the gown, a frown crept onto his brow. Without a word, he tossed the documents he had been holding onto the nearby table. Rising from his chair, he crossed the room in a few purposeful strides and scooped Lillian up into his arms with ease, carrying her toward the sofa.

Once he gently set her down, his voice carried a hint of exasperation mixed with concern. “Why aren’t you wearing any shoes?”

Lillian chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around his neck in a teasing protest. “I was in a hurry to show you. Besides, walking downstairs in heels is such a hassle.”

Sebastian let out a resigned sigh, his expression softening with indulgence. “Very well,” he said, calling out to the butler, “Bring a pair of low heels immediately.”

“No way,” Lillian shot back quickly, shaking her head. “How could I possibly face my rival in low heels? I’d lose a few inches right off the bat.”

Caught between their conflicting wishes, Moses, the butler, looked momentarily bewildered, unsure whose command to obey.

Sebastian’s finger gently brushed along the bridge of Lillian’s nose, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Clever little thing,” he murmured, amused. Then, turning back to Moses, he added firmly, “Bring two pairs of shoes.”

The butler nodded and hurried off to fulfill the order.

By the time they arrived at the grand banquet, the clock had already struck eight. The entire estate shimmered under the night sky, bathed in a sea of soft, golden light. The Roman-style castle stood imposingly ahead, its walls clad in deep red marble panels that gleamed richly beneath the glow of the lamps. The semi-domed roof evoked images of enchanted castles straight from Grimm’s fairy tales, lending the mansion a magical, timeless aura.

Four towering white marble columns framed the entrance, bestowing a regal grandeur upon the sprawling estate.

In the vast plaza before the manor, rows of luxury cars gleamed under the lights, their polished surfaces reflecting the opulence of the evening. Men in impeccably tailored suits and women adorned with sparkling jewels stepped out one after another, each person radiating the elegance of a finely cut gem.

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