The Price is Everything of Yours (76 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 79

How many times had she been mocked at parties? Neris was half certain the anonymous invitation was someone’s malicious prank.

And half foolishly hoped it might be Nelusion.

To cut to the chase, Neris never did find out who had sent the invitation.

It was probably either Megara or Valentine—after all, they were the ones who seemed most delighted by Neris’s arrival, as if they’d been waiting for it.

Unlike now, back then Neris couldn’t afford an evening gown that actually fit her. Naturally, she didn’t know how to apply makeup, and of course, she owned no jewels.

In Vista’s nobility, the graduation ball was practically a debut into high society. Especially for seniors, nothing brought greater honor than being crowned King or Queen of the graduation ball.

Thus, amid exquisitely adorned and sophisticated peers, Neris stood out—for all the wrong reasons.

Misery. Shabbiness. Confidence was something she simply didn’t possess back then.

Neris stood in a corner the entire ball, feeling as if she were sinking endlessly. She even blamed herself for forcing her way there in the first place.

And when someone “accidentally” bumped into her, snagging her dress on their accessory and tearing it, she decided to return to her dormitory—or rather, she tried to.

That is, until she was drenched by a foul-smelling deluge right in front of the ballroom doors.

Recognizing the familiar stench immediately, Neris realized someone had diligently fetched water from the lake and waited. She also realized every single classmate had been waiting for that exact moment.

Because they all burst out laughing as if on cue.

The graduation ball’s stated purpose was to create lasting memories for the graduating class. In a certain sense, that theme was upheld perfectly that day.

After all, throughout their school years, her classmates’ greatest amusement had been treating Neris Trude as their plaything.

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