The atmosphere is quickly turning against Livia.
Pushing down her humiliation and embarrassment, she focuses on the anger. Her pretty face twists into a scowl as she drops the arm she had expected the Crown Prince to take.
She had been announced just as planned and had stood at the center of attention when the Crown Prince and that bitch had made their appearance. Everyone had a full view of her expression.
She figured she had nothing left to lose, and soon the tide would return back to her favor. After all, she was still the Crown Prince's fiancé. Soon Prince Rodale will see just how useless that woman on his arm truly was. Livia would make sure of it.
Livia quickly smooths out her expression and primly takes the steps down to the party. As tempted as she was to rage and throw a fit, she was no longer a girl. That behavior will not be excusable. At least it won't be outside of the Academy. So instead she puts on a polite smile and calmly approaches the two.
She bows properly towards the Crown Prince in greeting, "Thank you for attending my debutante, your highness. It is an honor."
'Though why you decided to come on the arm of that hussy...' Livia thinks viciously.
The smile is still firmly in place even as Livia turns to greet the girl, "Miss Amelia, I am glad to see you were able to make it as well."
Amelia Margret Reeve smiles back, bright and sunny as ever, "Yes, thank you for inviting me, Miss Livia. Your house is truly beautiful and so are you!" She says. As if she wasn't speaking to the very woman who had bullied and mocked her days before.
Livia's eye twitches, but she holds the smile, nods a bit, and turns back to the Crown Prince in expectation.
She isn't fazed when cold blue eyes look down on her, doesn't even flinch. After all, that boy had never looked on her with fondness. Not since she destroyed his favorite toy when they were children. Once, long ago, he had smiled and was even kind. But that time is long past.
'I made sure of that, didn't I?' Livia thinks to herself.
Even still, he had a duty to her. They both had roles to play.
With obvious reluctance, he removes his arm from the girl and offers it to Livia. She takes it. Her smile widens when Amelia blinks in confusion as she looks between the two of them.
The girl is as dense as a brick. Her upbringing always shows through at times like these. Honestly, how dumb can you be?
"Miss Livia, if I may have this dance?" Crown Prince Rodale gets straight to the point and starts to guide Livia to the middle of the ballroom before she can even reply.
She frowns a bit at his rudeness (She was a lady now, not a miss) but follows him anyway. She makes sure to turn back to watch the expression on Amelia's face.
Amelia's light blue eyes are round as they stare at the Crown Prince back.
For a second, she looks utterly lost in the crowd. Long pink hair flutters lightly as Amelia takes a step forward, her hand coming up as if she was about to reach out before she stops herself. She looks embarrassed and her gaze finds the floor.
There is a gap between her in the rest of the patrons. They are curious about her, sure, but not curious enough to be caught approaching someone of such low status.
Amelia was alone, and the only person who bothered to pay her any mind had just walked away.