"Sister..."
When Arabella Vanderbilt spoke in such a manner, Juliana Vanderbilt paused, a fragile sadness crossing her face.
A bit lost, she turned to glance at Rosy Roberts, then continued, "Do you not like this dress, sister? It's okay, I have others... Grandma has chased you here, can you really bear to let her down?"
Juliana murmured her words, only to make Rosy Roberts's expression grow even darker.
"Arabella, just how long are you going to be angry with me? I'm asking you to attend a party, do I have to kneel before you and beg?"
Arabella's eyes were filled with icy mockery.
"I really don't understand, for the past six years, I've never represented the Vanderbilt family at any banquet! What's different today, that for the sake of attending one banquet, you would even speak of kneeling?"
"You... you're utterly ungrateful!" Rosy Roberts said sharply, her old yet shrewd eyes brimming with rage!
"Enough, enough!"
