Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 793

The Heart of the Sea?!

That was a national treasure!

Princess Isadora was actually gifting the priceless Heart of the Sea to the Vinton heiress just to celebrate her homecoming?!

The entire hall gasped in pure shock.

Everyone exchanged incredulous looks, frantically guessing what kind of terrifying connection existed between Princess Isadora and Serena.

At this exact moment, not a single soul dared to look down on Serena anymore. And absolutely no one dared to utter a bad word about the friends she had brought in earlier.

Isabella had been brutally ignored by Princess Isadora over and over.

The contrast between the princess's icy dismissal of her and her warm reverence for Serena was blindingly obvious.

It felt like a vicious slap directly across her face!

She had plotted so carefully today just to steal Serena's spotlight, to crush Serena beneath her heel at The Vinton Debutante Gala.

But the night had barely begun.

And she had already crashed into a brick wall named Princess Isadora.

She didn't even dare to look at her socialite friends. Her face burned with deep, humiliating heat.

Refusing to back down, she stepped up to interject once more. "Your Highness, are you sure you have the right person? My sister grew up in the countryside of Elyndor. This is her very first time in the United Realmon States. How could she possibly know someone as prestigious as you? Perhaps it's someone with the same name?"

Princess Isadora shot her a glacial look.

Growing up in the royal court, the princess had honed predatory instincts for reading people. Isabella's pathetic little schemes were child's play to her.

She scoffed, her eyes gleaming with undisguised mockery. "Are you questioning my memory?"

She turned to Holden Vinton. "Mr. Vinton, since when did the Vinton family lower its standards? Why is a common stray allowed to bark in here? Publicly slandering and humiliating the rightful heiress of your family?"

Those words drained every ounce of color from Isabella's face.

She never imagined this noble princess would rip her to shreds so publicly.

She didn't hold back a single punch.

Holden Vinton's face darkened with fury. "Isabella, if you can't even play the role of a silent ornament, get the hell out and go back to the villa! Tomorrow morning, you're on a flight back to Elyndor!"

Her eyes welled with tears as she shook her head frantically. "I-I didn't... Your Highness, Grandpa, you misunderstand, I..."

Suddenly, the grand chandelier lights in the banquet hall dimmed to a dramatic black.

A single, brilliant spotlight snapped onto the sweeping spiral staircase leading down from the second floor.

Every single eye in the room was irresistibly drawn to the light.

Two silhouettes began a slow, mesmerizing descent down the marble steps.

The girl was draped in a breathtaking gown that seemed to ripple with liquid light.

The base color was the profound, infinite midnight blue of deep space. It lacked excessive embellishments or an obnoxiously dramatic train.

But as she moved...

The fabric flowed like a river of starlight, as if she had literally draped the entire galaxy across her shoulders.

The milky way seemed to ripple across the hem of her skirt.

It was an illusion crafted from thousands of flawless diamonds and custom-spun silk, woven into a breathtaking cosmic tapestry.

The tailoring was fiercely minimalist, yet it hugged every stunning curve of her body and cinched perfectly at her tiny waist.