Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 791

The continuous gasps of pure admiration left the women hiding outside the dressing room completely stunned.

They exchanged bewildered glances.

What in the world was happening?

What was wrong with these master stylists?

Had they all gone blind at the exact same time? How could they call that garbage-bin box a work of art?

In utter disbelief, they tried desperately to squeeze closer. They needed to see exactly what kind of gown was inside that box to make a group of world-class stylists—people who had seen the absolute pinnacle of fashion—react with such staggering awe.

But the dressing room door suddenly clicked shut from the inside, cutting off their line of sight.

Even the voices inside were completely muffled.

The socialites stood resentfully at the door, their expressions a colorful mix of shock and jealousy.

"Are you kidding me? Did that country bumpkin actually bring a real gown?"

"Kevin's team is notoriously demanding. For Mr. Kevin himself to praise it like that, what kind of priceless dress is it?"

"Isabella, didn't you say she rejected the dress the Vinton family prepared for her? Did she really bring her own?"

One of the socialites scoffed bitterly. "Even if her dress is stunning, it could never hold a candle to what Isabella is wearing. She has YB Atelier's ultimate masterpiece, The Astral Symphony!"

The others nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! Looking at the entire world, what design could possibly compare to The Astral Symphony?"

"YB Atelier created it purely for exhibition. They never sell or lend it out, yet here it is on Isabella. No matter what tricks that country bumpkin pulls, she'll never outshine Isabella!"

Listening to her friends' relentless praise, Isabella felt a wave of relief.

Isabella Lancaster lightly smoothed the fabric of The Astral Symphony she was wearing, her frayed nerves finally settling down.

But on the outside, she maintained her gentle, humble smile.

The group made their way back to the main banquet hall.

Just then, the Vinton family's butler came rushing in, his face flushed with sheer excitement. "Old Mr. Vinton, Old Mrs. Vinton! Princess Isadora of Vaelion has arrived!"

Princess Isadora of Vaelion?

The Vinton family would finally recognize her true value!

As long as she proved herself indispensable...

The Vintons and the Lancaster family would stop dwelling on... certain things they had no business dwelling on.

With that thought in mind, Isabella smoothed her skirt, pasted on her most flawless smile, and glided forward.

She dropped into a picture-perfect curtsy, her posture effortlessly elegant.

Then, lifting her perfectly made-up face, she offered a gracious smile and spoke in a flawless United Realmon States accent. "Your Highness, welcome to the Vinton estate. I am Isabella Lancaster, the Vintons'..."

But before she could even finish her sentence.

Princess Isadora's gaze slid right past her as she stepped neatly around Isabella, walking directly toward the elder Vintons.

Isabella froze in place, her bright smile instantly calcifying on her face.

Around her, the elite guests cast mocking, amused glances in her direction.