Katelyn understood Ryanna’s intentions immediately. She responded with a smile, “Princess Ryanna, what jewelry would you like me to examine? Ashlyn is also here, and she’s quite knowledgeable about these matters.”
Ryanna feigned astonishment, smiling at Ashlyn.
“Oh, does Miss Marshall have expertise in jewelry? That’s wonderful. Let’s go together. This way, please.”
Katelyn and Ashlyn shared a look and followed where Ryanna led. As they walked, Ashlyn whispered to Katelyn, “I think she’s trying to protect Fiona.”
Katelyn smiled and replied, “No doubt about it.”
Ryanna was indeed shielding Fiona. In her territory, if Fiona faced any hostility, it would reflect poorly on Ryanna as the hostess, effectively challenging her authority. Defending Fiona was also a way for Ryanna to protect her own standing. Ryanna was cleverer than many realized. She never let these considerations show, but that didn’t mean she was unaware of them.
Katelyn and Ashlyn proceeded along the path Ryanna directed. Falling slightly behind, Ryanna shot Fiona a chilling look and said sharply, “Use your head. These aren’t the small-timers you’re used to handling.” Any woman capable of maintaining a close connection with Vincent was undoubtedly not simple.
Having just faced a setback in front of Katelyn, Fiona understood that Katelyn was a tough person to challenge, so she refrained from responding defensively. Instead, she nodded respectfully and said, “Understood.”
Ryanna offered no further comment and continued toward where Katelyn and Ashlyn were heading.
However, as they approached the rear entrance, a disturbance at the door drew everyone’s attention.
Vincent walked through the entrance, dressed in a black suit that accentuated his tall, lean stature. His presence resembled that of a supermodel, earning the admiration of many onlookers. Adorning his left chest was a black diamond brooch surrounded by black ostrich feathers—elements that coincidentally complemented Katelyn’s attire. Their outfits unexpectedly coordinated, suggesting to onlookers that they might be dressed in matching couple’s outfits.
Ryanna’s smile briefly faltered as she noticed the brooch on Vincent’s chest, her eyes flashing darkly. Yet the look was fleeting. Her smile returned, and she approached Vincent, speaking softly, “Vincent, you’re here. Why didn’t you let me know in advance? I would have met you at the entrance.”
Vincent caught sight of Katelyn as soon as he entered. He hesitated briefly, maintaining a slight distance from Ryanna, and responded with detachment, “No need. The entrance is just near the banquet hall.”
Ryanna, catching his glance, felt a twinge of jealousy but maintained her composure.
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“Let’s go. My father and the others are waiting. I’ll introduce you.”
Considering he had matters to discuss with them, Vincent didn’t and followed Ryanna into the hall.
After their departure, murmurs filled the hall.
“Oh my god, Princess Ryanna and Mr. Adams look like they were made for each other. They complement each other so well.”
Others shared their envy, saying, “Yes, Princess Ryanna is stunning and of high standing, while Mr. Adams is both powerful and handsome with a robust physique. They are indeed a perfect match.”
“I’m so jealous. I wish I could find a husband like Mr. Adams.”
Katelyn overheard all these comments. She had braced herself, knowing Vincent and Ryanna were engaged, but hearing such remarks still stirred discomfort within her.
Concerned, Ashlyn glanced at Katelyn and asked, “Katelyn, are you alright?”
Katelyn snapped out of her thoughts, managed a smile for Ashlyn, and nodded.
“I’m fine. Let’s continue.”
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