Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 44

Isabella, who had danced the first waltz of the ball with His Highness the Prince, felt as if she might soar into the sky.

Though it irked her that she hadn’t stood at the exact center of the stage, while Ariadne was merely dancing her first official waltz in life with Count Cesare, Isabella herself had danced—with none other than Prince Alfonso!

Her friends gathered around her in little groups, eager to hear her story.

“Isabella! Dancing with His Highness the Prince—how absolutely marvelous!”

It was Lady Leonetti, whose praise, though blunt, always came from genuine devotion to Isabella. Isabella proudly brushed back a strand of hair near her ear.

Even Lady Camellia de Castiglione, who had just moments ago praised Ariadne to subtly belittle Isabella, now quietly offered her admiration.

“Your dress is so beautiful too. Is this perhaps from Collegioni Atelier?”

Isabella’s pride swelled. Of course it was Collegioni—naturally! She’d barely managed to secure it in time by offering an extra fifty ducats, as appointments were so hard to get. It was a brand-new organdie gown, after all.

Its many layered, round flounces resembled precious confections.

“How on earth did you manage to secure an appointment, given how difficult it is?”

Flushed with pride, Isabella spun her lie effortlessly, without even wetting her lips.

“Well, I thought I’d missed the chance because I made my reservation late—but Madame Clemenza herself reached out first, saying, ‘We’d be honored if Lady Isabella de Mare would wear our gown—shall we proceed with making it?’”

In truth, the moment the date for Ariadne’s debutante ball was announced, Isabella had contacted Collegioni immediately. But their reply was that appointments were fully booked and they likely couldn’t accommodate her.

Yet Isabella hadn’t given up. She’d contacted Collegioni again separately and asked if they’d make her a gown from their premium line—worth fifty ducats (roughly fifty million won)—instead of the usual 20–30 ducat (20–30 million won) dresses. They’d agreed, and thus she’d barely squeezed into a slot. But of this, she said not a word.

Unaware of the truth, the girls shrieked in unison with dolphin-like squeals, showering Isabella with envy.

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