All the past events left Juliana utterly defenseless, and now Arabella once again held complete control over the situation.
And it seemed that every time, Arabella only needed to go with the flow, effortlessly countering every move, like diverting water or burying it with earth...
Arabella Vanderbilt slightly drew in her chin, gazing down at the brightly polished, retro floor beneath her with lowered eyes. Bathed in the glow of the light, the floor gleamed with a luminous, white sheen. Upon hearing Angeline Copeland's words, Arabella's lips curved into a faint, silent smile.
That posture of hers, though soundless, rippled out an inimitable sense of noble elegance that appeared to come naturally only to her.
It was something that seemed to seep from her very bones, incomparable to anyone else.
Although the focus was on Juliana Vanderbilt at the moment, most people's gazes were involuntarily drawn towards Arabella.
