"Grandpa, Grandma, I was wrong. I know I was wrong..."
She crawled desperately toward Kiera and Holden, wrapping her arms tightly around her grandmother's legs. "I didn't mean it! I-I just had too much to drink. I wasn't thinking straight."
"I've just felt so neglected lately. Serena is so perfect, and everyone orbits around her. I just wanted people to look at me..."
"I have depression! I couldn't control myself. I don't know what possessed me... I-I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"
"Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Silas, Uncle Douglas, please... don't let them take me away... I'm a Vinton! You already lost Anna to prison. You can't let me go too..."
She bawled hysterically, her cries echoing through the silent hall.
It was a pathetic, wretched display.
But as long as the royal guards didn't drag her away, as long as she could stay anchored to this wealthy family.
Who cared about pride?
Who cared about dignity?
She was past caring about any of that!
She clung to Kiera's legs, crying as if her heart had been ripped out of her chest.
Yet, Holden and Kiera looked down at her with a chilling, absolute indifference.
They had always assumed she was merely a little vain.
After all, she had been spoiled her entire life. Now that a new sister was sharing the spotlight, it was natural for her to feel a bit insecure.
But they never imagined her heart was this purely malignant.
To use such filthy, underhanded methods at her sister's own Debutante Ball, in front of the international elite, just to frame Serena's friends.
If Serena's friends hadn't been able to prove their innocence.
Serena's reputation would have gone down with them.
Just to humiliate Serena.
She was willing to drag the Vinton family's honor through the mud and stomp on it!

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