Aria's pov
I stood on the grand staircase, surveying the ballroom filled with the kingdom's elite. The evening air was alive with the hum of conversation and the tinkling of laughter. I knew my entrance distracted them and I felt fulfilled that I had achieved my goal.
My eyes roamed around till it settled on one face in particular. Isabella, standing by a pillar, watching me with a look of thinly veiled displeasure.
She forgot about the need to look beautiful and downright glared at me, her lips pushed into a pout. The person beside her kept trying to get her attention but Isabella was solely focused on me. I was the dynamite to the empty building she had.
It was clear from the look in her eyes that she didn't expect me to show up today, she wanted me to be in my room, crying my eyes out because my dress was ruined.
