Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 854

Bianca's face darkened with fury. The moment that woman appeared, Bianca's carefully orchestrated spotlight vanished, turning her into a mere background extra. The stranger was wearing the plainest white dress imaginable, yet she effortlessly outshone Bianca's extravagant crimson gown.

"Wow, who is she? Her elegance is unmatched," one of the debutantes whispered, completely mesmerized.

Catching Bianca's murderous glare, the girl quickly backpedaled. "Wait, do you think that's Isabella?"

"Impossible!" Bianca snapped instantly.

There was no way Isabella would show her face tonight. And even at the height of her popularity, Isabella had never commanded a room with such effortless, suffocating authority.

Who the hell was this woman? Was she deliberately trying to upstage her?

Bianca's gaze turned venomous as she stared at the newcomer. Every graceful movement screamed old money and elite breeding, yet Bianca knew every top-tier socialite in Vaelion City, and this woman was a complete stranger. She definitely didn't belong to their circle.

Narrowing her eyes, Bianca grabbed a glass of champagne and marched over. She was going to find out exactly who this interloper was.

Meanwhile, Serena and Nicholas had bypassed the crowd entirely, slipping into a quiet corner near the dessert station. They intended to keep a low profile until the auction began. Clearly, that was a naive hope.

As Serena stood in the shadows, she felt a burning, toxic glare drilling into her back. She cast a lazy, sidelong glance and spotted the woman in the aggressive red gown marching her way.

Sure enough, just as she parted her lips to accept the cake, Bianca and her flock of debutantes descended upon them, exuding aggressive hostility.

"Well, look who it is. A fresh face," Bianca drawled, looking Serena up and down with mocking condescension. "I don't recall ever seeing you in our circle."

Bianca's eyes locked onto Serena's white angel mask, a cruel glint in her eyes. She had already mentally appraised the woman's outfit. It wasn't from any recognizable high-end luxury collection this season, meaning it was likely some obscure, cheap brand.

That immediately classified her as a nobody from a minor family.