They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 145 - 145 Second Princess Nnenna 2

Chapter 145: Second Princess Nnenna 2 Chapter 145: Second Princess Nnenna 2 As the King’s voice rang out, the crowd fell into stunned silence.

Those who had heard him clearly repeated his words to those further back, and soon, murmurs of shock rippled through the gathering.

A second princess?

Many of the guests had only prepared gifts for the princess they knew, the one who had been presented at past events.

Now, they found themselves scrambling.

What were they to do?

They couldn’t afford to appear unprepared, not when this newly introduced princess carried herself with such undeniable presence.

Discreetly, noblen and royals signaled their attendants, whispering urgent instructions.

New gifts had to be arranged, better gifts.

After all, one glance at her attire, the rich fabric, the flawless fit, and the undeniable elegance she exuded made one thing clear, she was the most valued in the castle.

She must be exceptional.

The realization shifted the air.

So guests, already thinking ahead, considered how an alliance with Lionara through this princess might be far more beneficial than they had anticipated.

Others, driven by sheer curiosity, simply longed to interact with her, to understand what set her apart.

Who was she?

Every kingdom represented at the event found themselves captivated.

Her every movent, graceful yet effortless, left an impression that would not be easily forgotten.

Even those still waiting outside sensed sothing was different.

Though they had yet to see her, the shift in the atmosphere, the stunned expressions on the faces of those at the front, and the hushed excitent that spread like wildfire told them one thing Sothing extraordinary was happening at the gates of Lionara.

The king stood tall, a satisfied smile on his face.

His daughter had captured everyone’s attention, and he was proud.

But he failed to notice the mixed reactions from the rest of his family.

Nnenna’s brothers wore expressions of forced pride, unsure how to feel.

On one hand, she was part of their family, but on the other, she was adopted.

It was strange to see her, not their biological sister, as the center of attention.

Should they be happy for her since she was bringing them praises?

Or resentful that she stole their favourite sister’s shinning mont?

The uncertainty hung between them like an unspoken tension.

Somto, however, had no such hesitation.

His eyes glead with quiet satisfaction.

He had done well, choosing the finest clothes, ensuring her introduction was unforgettable.

And now, as the other kings took notice of Nnenna, he knew he had made an impact.

“Co in, please,” the king invited warmly, gesturing for the royals of Roxurun to be led to their quarters.

Next ca the delegation from the Kingdom of Haran.

They greeted the hosts, but it was clear their eyes kept drifting toward Nnenna.

After a brief exchange, they too were shown inside.

Then ca the nobles of Dixan.

Their gazes flickered over Nnenna, assessing her carefully.

Their expressions were neutral, but their eyes held calculation.

Even if they hid their thoughts well, their interest was obvious.

Somto took this mont to emphasize Nnenna’s presence, subtly steering the conversation so that her importance was undeniable.

His calculated moves ensured that the visiting kings saw her as a figure worth noting.

But while this bolstered Nnenna’s standing, it also deepened the discomfort of her siblings, especially Ebere.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her shoulders stiff as she watched Somto highlight Nnenna over her.

The process repeated with each arriving kingdom.

The most important royals were welcod first, and when that was done, the king, queen, and Somto excused themselves, leaving the others to handle the remaining guests.

Their presence wasn’t needed anymore.

The highest ranking nobles had already been received.

But as the introduction continued, an undeniable truth settled over them all The adopted daughter was the one shining brightest today.

Annoyance bubbled beneath the surface as the focus remained entirely on the newly introduced second princess, Nnenna.

No matter how much Ebere and the others tried, they couldn’t shift the attention away from her.

Every guest that arrived greeted Nnenna first, as if it was an unspoken rule.

Even those who initially addressed Obinna, eventually turned their full attention to the second princess before the conversation ended.

By the ti the introductions were over, Ebere hadn’t managed to get a single word in.

No one even looked her way.

Her hands curled into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as frustration boiled over.

How?

How did this happen?

Who had given Nnenna that dress?

She refused to believe it was anything else.

It couldn’t be.

It wasn’t her sister’s presence, grace, or character that drew them in.

It had to be the dress.

Yes.

That was the only explanation.

And Ebere was determined to find out exactly who was responsible for putting it on her.

Once everyone was inside, Ebere wasted no ti.

She stepped in front of Nnenna, blocking her path.

“Where did you get this dress?” she demanded, her eyes blazing with suspicion.

“You stole it from , didn’t you?

You stole it!” Nnenna raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“Are you even listening to yourself?” she asked, her tone dripping with amusent.

“Look at the material, Ebere.

Can’t you tell it’s not even from this kingdom?” She folded her arms, tilting her head slightly.

“So tell ,” she continued, smirking, “how exactly did I steal sothing from you when you didn’t even know it existed?” Before Ebere could find a response, Nnenna flipped her long hair over her shoulder and walked away, leaving her fuming.

She headed back to her room to prepare for the upcoming brunch.

There wasn’t enough ti to change, so like everyone else, she kept the sa dress on.

As she made her way to the main dining hall, sothing unexpected happened.

The servants, who had once barely acknowledged her, now greeted her first, bowing their heads with respect.

The old saying was true, Dress how you want to be addressed.

Even before they recognized her face, they saw the elegance of her attire and treated her accordingly.

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