The first thing Isabella did wasn't to secure a better apartment or save for the future. She went straight to the luxury mall. She bought designer clothes, bags, and high-end cosmetics, blowing a million dollars in a heartbeat. Then, she visited a premium salon to fix her hair and skin. It wasn't the extravagant pampering she was used to, but it was enough to restore her polished facade.
Looking at her reflection—elegant but still carrying a hint of exhaustion—she let out a cold laugh. "Just you wait, Serena. I won't lose. I'll make you pay for everything you've done to me!"
Dressed to the nines, Isabella confidently invited her Marington College friends for afternoon tea at a five-star sky lounge. Sitting by the window, gracefully stirring her coffee, she finally felt alive again. This was where she belonged. The past few days in the slums felt like a fever dream.
"Isabella, you've been so quiet lately!" one friend chirped. "Did you have too much fun in the United Realmon States?"
"Wow, is that the new seasonal dress from Chanel? It looks gorgeous on you," another added.
Isabella took a sip of her coffee and offered a practiced smile. "My grandparents haven't been well, so I stayed behind to care for them. If it weren't for the Gauntlet, I'd still be over there."
A girl gasped sympathetically. "No wonder you look a bit tired! You're so devoted, Isabella."
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