The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 167

Vivienne arched an eyebrow as a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

Her gaze roamed over Arabella's starry skirt. The gradient of deep to light night blue, embroidered with scattered rhinestones, certainly made it seem as though she was wearing the night sky.

However, this design was nothing unique. It was certainly not anything special in the vast collection of Charles' creations.

"What are you laughing at?!" Leah couldn't stand Vivienne's nonchalant demeanor. Born into wealth, she believed that those less fortunate should worship them.

"Finished showing off?" Vivienne nonchalantly asked, motioning towards the buffet table. "I'm going to grab something to eat."

"You… you came to the banquet just to eat?" Hazel was in disbelief.

"And why not?" Vivienne retorted nonchalantly.

"Let's go. Don't bother with this hick." Leah sneered. "I bet if you mentioned Master Charles to her, she wouldn't even know who he is. Look at her. Telling people she's your sister would only bring you down."

"Such a big mouth!"

A cold laugh echoed from the entrance of the banquet hall. Arabella's eyes lit up, and she quickly primped her hair, putting on what she believed was her most charming smile as she greeted the newcomer. "Percival, you're here!"

She had spent half the day selecting her gown, finally managing to convince Scott to air-freight this starry skirt, a creation of Master Charles. Besides wishing to present her best self, she also hoped to capture Percival's heart.

However, she hadn't expected Percival not to show up.

When she saw Vivienne alone, she felt both schadenfreude and disappointment. Now that Percival was here, she was overjoyed.

Percival was dressed in a handcrafted suit from Veloria. Only up close could one see the butterflies embroidered with black thread on the black fabric, adding a touch of liveliness to the otherwise solemn suit.

He strode forward, pulling Vivienne into his embrace. Without any prompt, Thomas brought forth a garment bag containing a gown, unveiling it before the crowd.

"I heard someone was complaining about my fiancée's outfit being insufficiently classy." Percival's intent to defend Vivienne was clear. "Would this gown be appropriate for your family's gathering?"

Everyone took a closer look at the gown. The champagne-colored fishtail dress was adorned with layers of intricate butterfly embroidery, illuminated brilliantly under the banquet lights.

"Isn't this the 'Dream Butterfly' dress that Master Charles only made one of?" Someone recognized it.

"Yes. When the design was first revealed, everyone praised it, and countless people wanted to order one. But Master Charles only made one and refused to make any more."

"I remember this dress being auctioned off at L&D Auctions for two billion. My sister was so upset about not getting it that she didn't eat properly for a month."

"My mom was the same. She lost at poker for a month because she was so upset, and my dad scolded her for being wasteful."

Hazel and Helen Edwards were speechless as they watched the dress unfold. Arabella's eyes flashed with jealousy, and she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails nearly pierced her palms.