Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 322

The invitation to the Princess of Taranto’s ball in my hand did have a certain validity to Isabella’s claim—that it came not because of her relationship with her sister, but due to her husband’s status. Ariadne certainly hadn’t sent the invitation out of fondness for Isabella.

This debutante ball was a rare occasion, graced personally by the King himself, with Princess Bianca of Taranto as its honored guest. With Crown Prince Alfonso acting as her patron, it was only natural that all the capital’s distinguished guests would attend.

Ariadne had originally pushed for a small, intimate party limited to a select few of noble standing, solely to ease the burden on Princess Bianca. However, Baroness Gianelli, the Princess’s governess, had adamantly opposed the idea, resulting in the final decision to hold a grand ball instead.

Given this, it was unthinkable for the Contarini family not to receive an invitation. Unfortunately, Ottavio was one of the three members of the King’s inner council, and Isabella was his rightful spouse.

“But… the Leonati viscount family hasn’t received an invitation yet?”

Leticia’s face flushed deeply. Isabella spoke as though bestowing a favor:

“It’s fine. Just wait a bit longer. Invitations are sent out in tiers, multiple times. You might be included in the next round.”

Yet this remark was awkward on many levels. It was already known that Caruso Vitelli, a mere merchant, had been invited—making it embarrassing that a legitimate noble family, albeit of lower rank, would receive their invitation later than him. Isabella added with another hint of condescension:

“Or, I could just ask my brother to bring you as his partner. The de Mare family has certainly received an invitation.”

This time, Leticia blushed for an entirely different reason—a deep crimson flush that would have horrified Ippolito himself had he seen it.

Yet Isabella, who pretended to be at the heart of high society, remained utterly unaware—completely oblivious to the fact that secret invitations to an exclusive after-party were already circulating discreetly.

And those after-party invitations were being distributed primarily by none other than her sister-in-law, Clemente de Bartolini.

Isabella should have paid closer attention to Clemente. Just days earlier, when Clemente had brought the money Isabella demanded, her demeanor had been unlike her usual self—unlike the ever-cheerful Minipin.

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Approximately ten days prior.

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