You’ll Regret Stealing Him from Me — My Sister Who Took My Fiancé and Celebrated Was a Fool - Chapter 11

Standing before the mirror, I gazed at myself wrapped in a new dress.

Deep crimson velvet adorned with lavish decorations studded with jewels. Golden embroidery graced the cuffs, and pearls were sewn along the hem of the skirt. A masterpiece befitting the prestige of the Vandering ducal house—custom-made by the royal family’s exclusive tailor, a one-of-a-kind dress in the world.

That I could wear such a magnificent dress was all because I had become the duke’s fiancée. This special radiance was something my elder sister could never attain now.

The reflection in the mirror was perfectly radiant.

“Hehe, I really am beautiful.”

Enchanted by my own beauty, I slowly turned around. The skirt flared gracefully, and the jewels sparkled as they reflected the light. Perfect. Truly perfect.

My plan had succeeded brilliantly, just as I had hoped. I had obtained everything I desired. The taste of victory was something I could savor endlessly.

My sister’s reputation. My sister’s fiancé. And the future position of duchess.

All of it, mine. All of it, seized by me.

“Seraphina was just lucky, that’s all.”

I murmured it like a whisper to myself.

She was merely born first and had the chance to make her debut in high society before me. That was all. In terms of true ability, I was undoubtedly superior. I was far prettier, far more charming. And yet, it was always my sister who received the praise.

But not anymore.

That mistake was finally being corrected. This was the proper world. One where I stood at the center, as it should be.

I winked at my reflection. The perfect expression of a victor. From now on, I would shine even brighter.

——Several days after the official announcement of my engagement.

At a high-society gathering, I was surrounded by noblewomen who flocked to me.

An afternoon tea party held in the renowned salon of the Comtesse de Blanchefleur’s estate in the royal capital. Elegant ladies in dazzling dresses gathered in the high-ceilinged room, enjoying tea with refined grace. Silverware clinked delicately, and the rich aroma of premium tea filled the air.

And at the center of it all was me.

In the past, I wouldn’t even have been invited to such gatherings. But now, as the fiancée of the Vandering ducal house, I was the center of attention. Everyone sought my words. Everyone listened to what I had to say.

This was how things were meant to be.

“Lady Isabella, that dress is truly stunning.”

One of the attendees, a baron’s daughter and my most devoted follower spoke with eyes full of envy. She was always fawning over me. A useful pawn.

“Thank you, Violet. Your dress is lovely as well.”

I smiled gracefully. Of course, her dress was cheap compared to mine. But flattery would only make her serve me more eagerly. So simple.

“Oh, you flatter me. But I could never compare to you, Lady Isabella.”

Violet humbly demurred. Naturally. The difference in status was so vast that even comparing us was rude.

“By the way, everyone must have heard about Seraphina?”

I lowered my voice and addressed the noblewomen around me, deliberately adopting a sorrowful expression slightly furrowing my brows and casting my eyes downward.

“The truth is she had been stealing my ideas all along.”

A murmur rippled through the group. The sound of hushed whispers behind fans reached my ears. I had been spreading this rumor diligently in every possible setting, and of course, I wouldn’t miss the chance to bring it up at today’s tea party.

“Oh my! So, it was true?”

One of the noblewomen, a viscountess, perhaps? (I didn’t remember her name, not that it mattered) leaned forward with a shocked expression.