Making a fool of herself in front of so many elites was also dragging the Vinton family's name through the mud.
Especially today, at Serena's Debutante Ball.
She refused to let anyone ruin this night.
Kiera walked right up to Isabella. "If you didn't have a suitable gown, why didn't you just tell the family?"
"Look at yourself. Parading around the ballroom in a cheap knockoff. People who don't know better will think the Vinton family abuses you and can't even afford to buy you a decent dress."
Isabella bit her lower lip, the tears threatening to spill. "Grandma, I..."
"Enough." Kiera interrupted with a sharp frown, her eyes heavy with disappointment. "Go up to the dressing room and take that... thing off. There are plenty of backup gowns up there."
Isabella couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They streamed hotly down her face.
This time, she wasn't faking it. The humiliation was tearing her apart from the inside.
She choked back a sob, her voice shattering. "I-I'm sorry, Grandma... I'll go change right now..."
Covering her face, unable to endure another second of the crowd's mocking stares, she fled up the stairs to the second-floor dressing room like a beaten dog.
She was furious.
She was violently hateful!
When the Vintons prepared gowns for Serena, they completely forgot she even existed.
And now they blamed her for not begging them for a dress?!
If they had just prepared a dress for her in the first place, why would she have ever worn this piece of trash?!
Thinking about how this dress had completely destroyed her reputation...
Isabella felt a murderous rage boiling in her blood.

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