"My God... Who is she... She's so... so..."
The astonished onlookers could never find the adjective to describe the woman who had just appeared at the banquet hall's entrance.
How to describe her?
Pretty? Too superficial.
Beautiful? Not profound enough.
She just appeared before everyone's eyes, not in a rush, as if walking on a gentle breeze.
"Excuse me, is there a message left for someone named Isabella Harrison?"
Arabella Vanderbilt stood at the entrance, asking a waiter by the door.
The waiter looked at Arabella for a long time, dazed, and upon noticing Arabella's slight frown, he suddenly remembered, and quickly said:
"Isabella Harrison? Yes, there is! You must be Miss Arabella Vanderbilt?"
Arabella nodded slightly.
"Miss Harrison is in the dining area on the east side of the banquet hall, she asked you to find her there when you arrive!"
"Thank you."
