Chapter 118

Whispers of admiration filled the air as guests praised Isabella Langley's kindness and grace.

She ignored them all.

Her sharp gaze swept across every corner of the room like a hawk.

Inside the wardrobe, Sebastian Valdemar's breathing grew heavier.

Evelyn Roland could feel the rise and fall of his chest against her.

"Sebastian!" Her eyes widened in silent protest.

The man paid no attention, his focus locked on Isabella's approaching figure through the narrow gap.

"Miss Langley, Mr. Valdemar is looking for you."

Theodore Ashcroft's voice rang out like salvation.

Isabella paused mid-step, then turned on her heel without hesitation.

The wardrobe door burst open.

Evelyn stumbled out, only to be caught by Sebastian's steady grip.

"Thanks." She quickly pulled away.

He leisurely adjusted his wrinkled shirt, but his predatory gaze never left her.

Moonlit memories suddenly flashed before her eyes.

Those piercing eyes.

That crescent-shaped birthmark.

"I have matters to attend to." Sensing danger, Evelyn turned to leave.

Across the ballroom, Isabella clenched her fists in frustration.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Edward Roland asked with concern.

"Nothing." She forced a sweet smile.

Edward waved a hand magnanimously. "I'll buy you a new car."

"Thank you, Father." Isabella beamed, then glanced pointedly at Evelyn nearby. "Evelyn and I will always be the closest of sisters."

The corner of Evelyn's mouth curled into a cold smirk.

Closest sisters?

What a pathetic joke.