Claire smiled faintly and stretched out her hand towards Sebastian Blackwood.
She looked at the man expectantly, everyone failed to recognize her, surely he wouldn’t either.
Standing beside Claire, Ivy Kensington sensed what was happening. Initially, she wasn’t aware of Claire’s intentions, but as Sebastian approached, she understood.
It seemed Claire wanted to take advantage of their identical dresses to dance the opening dance with Sebastian.
However...how was she so certain that Sebastian would choose her?
Ivy Kensington smiled playfully, quietly took two steps back, and hid in the shadows behind Claire.
"Ivy, please dance with me."
At that moment, Ethan Ford extended his hand towards her.
Ivy murmured a response, about to place her hand on his, yet—
"Ivy Kensington, you are mine."
A commanding voice sounded, and the man seized her waist, stepping back with long legs, pulling her into the center of the dance floor with no room for refusal.
Ivy was slightly surprised, how did he just assume that Claire wasn’t her?
Clearly, the two looked so alike.
Sebastian Blackwood chuckled softly: "Ivy Kensington, no matter how much others may resemble you, they aren’t you. You are unique, and I’ll always find you."
His domineering declaration, with eyes full of confidence.
His woman, he surely knows her, Ivy Kensington couldn’t escape!
His warm breath wafted by her ears, causing Ivy’s heart to unknowingly race.
She bit her lip tightly, denying: "It’s just good luck."
How could he possibly recognize her over and over?
Sebastian chuckled lightly, clearly reluctant to argue with her. He gripped her waist tightly, extending his arm, letting her slender figure dance out from his embrace, and in the next second, drawing her tightly back into his arms.
Perfect synchronization!
Meanwhile, this scene aggravated Claire until her eyes turned red.
Clearly, she and Ivy looked exactly the same, why did Master Blackwood choose Ivy over her?
Ethan Ford equally maintained an expressionless gaze at the couple on the dance floor, emotions fluctuating deep in his eyes, eventually simmering down to a calm indifference.
The ballroom’s main lights were all lit up, and everything around returned to brightness.
Ivy clung tightly to Sebastian’s arm, breathing slightly hastily.
The man inquired with a breathy voice.
Ivy secretly stomped on his foot and slipped away.
At that moment, Sophie Sullivan appeared. Having knelt around the ballroom without bringing an extra dress, she was now entirely covered in grime.
She stared intently at Ivy, exclaiming, "Ivy Kensington, you really have no shame! You wore a knockoff dress and dare to embarrass yourself here!"
The crowd snapped back to reality, under the lights, Ivy’s dress indeed looked identical to Claire’s!
Claire seemed like she didn’t want to make things difficult, advising: "Sophie, stop it, this situation must be quite embarrassing for Miss Kensington."
Her words sounded kind but alluded inwardly to one thing.
Ivy’s dress was a knockoff!
"Claire, you’re just too kind. She has the nerve to wear a knockoff, why should we help her cover it up!"
Sophie said indignantly.
Earlier, Ivy humiliated her, now she wanted Ivy to taste the same shame!
"Claire, you spent nearly a hundred million to buy the original, Ivy possibly spent nothing to wear a knockoff. If this trend continues, won’t it disappoint those of us who wear genuine dresses?"
Sophie spoke righteously, as if Ivy committed an enormous crime.
Ivy glanced at her dress, affirming with a nod, "Indeed, I didn’t spend a dime on this dress." Chapters first released on N0velFire.ɴet