Chapter 91

Isabella had meticulously planned every detail for tonight, even choreographing a special dance to further her personal agenda. But all her efforts were thwarted by Eleanor.

Eleanor wore a mask, her appearance completely transformed from her usual self. Yet, Isabella recognized her instantly.

At that moment, Isabella's fingers twitched with the urge to rip off Eleanor's mask or push her to the ground. But she restrained herself. After all, she couldn't risk destroying the carefully cultivated image she had maintained for years.

Isabella stood frozen, her teeth grinding in frustration. There was nothing else she could do.

This moment transported Isabella back to when she was fourteen, the day she learned Eleanor would return to the Harrison family.

For the past decade, Isabella had basked in the attention and affection of the Harrisons. She had believed this would be her life forever.

Then Eleanor returned, the biological daughter of Edward and Margaret. Isabella was expected to relinquish everything to Eleanor. The Harrisons might even cast her out. Naturally, Isabella wasn't about to let that happen. She began treating Edward and Margaret with even more care. She noticed the growing rift between Eleanor and her parents and seized the opportunity to widen it.

Isabella deliberately showcased her closeness to Edward and Margaret in front of Eleanor. She made herself appear more thoughtful and affectionate in their eyes.

Having spent ten years with the Harrisons, Isabella knew their habits better than Eleanor ever could. In high society, all her peers were her friends. She had effectively replaced Eleanor as the Harrison heiress.

Yet, when Victoria Sinclair mentioned that Nathaniel would only marry someone with Harrison blood, Isabella felt utterly powerless. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't change this fact.

The same feeling surged within her now. Eleanor effortlessly stole the spotlight and everything Isabella desired.

Isabella realized that what she had taken from Eleanor were things Eleanor never truly cared about. But the things Isabella truly wanted always remained out of reach.

Isabella's glare bore into Eleanor, her eyes filled with venomous hatred.

Eleanor, however, seemed oblivious. She was thoroughly enjoying herself, the mask granting her a rare sense of freedom.

Since that terrifying gaze at twelve, Eleanor had been cautious about revealing herself. But tonight, she didn't have to worry.

After the dance ended, Sebastian invited Eleanor for another. This time, she accepted. The band played a more upbeat tune, energizing the atmosphere.

Sebastian held Eleanor's hand gently. "Do you know how to tango?"

Eleanor giggled, placing her hand on Sebastian's shoulder. "I've learned a bit. Let's hope I don't embarrass myself."

Her smile was radiant, her feet moving gracefully to the rhythm. Her skirt swayed as she danced with bold, fiery steps, captivating everyone, including Sebastian.

As fate would have it, Nathaniel arrived just in time to witness this scene.