Today, Aria only applied light makeup, and her hair was simply tied at the back.
Although she had a good figure, fair skin, and was quite beautiful, the dress she wore was undeniably cheap in both craftsmanship and material. The gaudy sequin flowers on the chest were especially tasteless, lacking any sense of design.
Feeling the gazes from around, Alexander Knox clenched his molars.
Aria was now his fiancée; dressed like this, if they entered together, it wouldn’t be just her who’d be embarrassed, but him too!
He felt he couldn’t save face, lifted his hand, directly grabbed Aria’s wrist, and pulled her towards the car.
Aria resisted, stubbornly stiffening herself against him, "What are you doing?"
"Why didn’t you wear the outfit I brought you last night? I’ll take you to change it." Alexander’s stern face showed a hint of anger.
"Let go of ." Aria stubbornly looked him in the eye.
"Take a look at what you’re wearing. Dressed like this, going in, you’re practically losing..." Alexander paused, his brows tightening continuously.
Aria continued with his words, "Losing what? Losing face for the great Alexander Knox, right?"
Alexander’s thin lips pressed tightly together.
Aria let out a cold laugh.
Alexander’s dark eyes were full of anger; he was truly furious.
"Why must you kill a thousand enemies but harm yourself by eight hundred?"
Aria chuckled twice, "Oh, you knew perfectly well she was giving this dress to humiliate last night, but you didn’t stop her, did you?"
"If I had stopped her, would you still want to co? You wanted to co because she wanted to humiliate you, you were frustrated, and you wanted to drag into being humiliated as well, because you’re my fiancée now, and you’re taking revenge on ."
The principle of shared glory and shared sha: if your fiancée dresses like this, you’ll be mocked as well.
"Revenge on you?"
Aria nodded.
Yes and no; the main thing is she believed Lily Armstrong and Natalie Rogers were brewing a grand show.
She’s going along with the plan, playing along with them till the end.
Aria didn’t explain further, "Exactly, Alexander, aren’t we just trying to outplay each other right now? If you enjoy it, we can continue to tornt each other."
Alexander’s dark eyes were full of anger, "Do you really have to do this? Wouldn’t being with properly be good?"
Aria clenched her hand, looking at Alexander.
"Being together properly? Alexander, you know I don’t have you in my heart; this couldn’t possibly leave you without any grudges.
Likewise, you grandly sent a betrothal gift, forcing to marry you.
You sent people to beat up Wyatt, forcing to agree to marry you.
You used videos to distort the truth, threatening my parents, preventing them from breaking off the engagent.
All these things you’ve done only make loathe you.
So, Alexander! Tell , how can we be together harmoniously? Can you pretend none of this has ever happened?"
These matters, one by one, were uncrossable chasms between them.
Alexander’s thin lips tightened, his molars clenching unconsciously, his gaze fixed intently on Aria.
Aria’s eyes trembled, and tears unavoidably slipped from her eyes.
She stubbornly kept looking at him, continuing to ask, "Alexander, let ask you, do you really like ?
Did you originally suggest we give it a try because you liked , or was it because you had already noticed that Wyatt had feelings for ? Your competitive spirit got the better of you — having lost to Waylon Lewis once, you didn’t want to lose to Wyatt too, you wanted to prove you weren’t worse than them, so you got together with . Is that it?"
Alexander’s dark eyes squinted, a faint fla of anger lit up in their depths, his expression remained calm, yet his heart was in turmoil.
He gritted his teeth, instinctively denying, "No, I’m not."
"No? Really?" Aria nodded, "Whether you are or aren’t, you know it yourself."
She didn’t want to continue arguing with him about this, nor did she want to let it make her upset.
"Alexander, just wait and see, your mother and your Zoe have a bigger drama prepared for ."
With that, she lifted her dress and walked towards the banquet hall. Alexander stood still, watching Aria’s departing figure with a gaze filled with complex emotions.
At the doorway of the banquet hall on the second floor, Lily Armstrong was chatting gracefully with friends.
Today, she wore a form-fitting white gown, covered with a silver-gray fur wrap, the gown’s waist-cinched design impeccably accentuated her fantastic figure.
Her delicate and pretty facial features were lightly adorned with makeup, her charming smile so beautiful it was hard to look away.
She was elegant and poised, composed and confident.
Seeing Aria, Lily’s eyes lit up, her gaze glanced at the clothes on Aria, the corners of her mouth lifting in a mocking arc, noticing Alexander wasn’t with her, Lily’s heart swelled with pride.
"Miss Richardson."
Lily deliberately called out to her.
The eyes of the wealthy girls chatting with Lily turned to look at Aria.
When they saw the dress on Aria, their faces all showed mockery.
Lily walked up to Aria, "Oh, Miss Richardson, you’ve co. Why didn’t Alexander co with you?"
"Why don’t you ask him why he didn’t co with ?"
Lily inwardly sneered.
Fool, daring to show up dressed like this, who would want to be with you?
Lily gave a light smile, "Perhaps he had sothing to do and will co later. Since you’re here, why don’t you head inside?"
She was already looking forward to seeing Aria humiliate herself.
Aria nodded, striding boldly inside.
She had only taken a few steps when she heard the girls around Lily sneer, "Miss Armstrong, was that your friend? What kind of taste does she have, wearing sothing that would make people die of laughter — straight out of the sticks."
"She really has a knack for picking dresses. To be so ugly is outstanding, it’s a wonder security even let her in, she’s dragging down the whole party’s level."
Aria stopped in her tracks, turned back, and asked the girl who spoke, "Ugly, is it? But this is the dress Miss Armstrong gave , she said it suited well. Why do you doubt her taste?"
The girl was montarily stunned, looked at Lily with a bewildered expression.
Lily forced a smile, looking at Aria with a seemingly amiable grin, "Miss Richardson, you picked out your own dress, didn’t you? How could it be from ?"
Aria smiled, "Miss Armstrong, do you have a bad mory? Last night, you and Alexander brought it over to , you even said you’d love for to wear this to the party. If you’ve forgotten, we can ask Alexander, I believe he rembers."
Lily secretly gritted her teeth.
The people around blinked, not speaking but clearly understanding, looking at Lily with changed expressions.
Aria’s smile remained, "Thank you for the dress, Miss Armstrong."
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