The Good Girl's Revenge

Chapter 3

The next morning, I woke up from my sleep aching and sore, the memory of last night's madness seared clearly into my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a flush of heat in my cheeks.

Lucien was long gone from the bed.

I forcefully sat up, on the body of the shirt belonging to him, in the entanglement last night, which has been wrinkled, and even a few buttons are missing, revealing large, ambiguous traces.

After a brief wash, I walked out of the room. Lucien was sitting in the dining room, leisurely drinking coffee. He was dressed in tailored casual clothes, and he was back to that elegant and calm nobleman look.

"Awake?" He didn't raise his head, and his tone was very casual.

"Uh-huh." I pulled out the chair across from him and sat down.

"Last night, did you sleep well?" He asked suddenly.

My hand shook so violently that the milk in my glass almost spilled. "It was okay, except I still can't think of anything."

"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curling into a meaningful smile, "Not a single familiar feeling?"

My heart tightened, and I quickly shook my head.

"Since we're a couple, there are some occasions you should attend with me." He stopped pursuing the matter and simply wiped the corner of his mouth gently with a napkin before addressing me in a matter-of-fact tone.

"There's a private party tonight," he continued, "and I need a female companion. And you are just the thing."

I smiled in my mind; I was worried about not having a chance to get close to them, and this opportunity came to me on its own. However, a hint of hesitation and uneasiness appeared on my face, "A banquet? But I don't remember anything, I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what?" He interrupted me, "I'm here."

"Okay then." I reluctantly agreed.

He nodded, "Very well. Someone will bring the tuxedo over this afternoon, so dress up and don't embarrass me."

As night fell, I changed into a long, extraordinarily eye-catching red halter dress that had been delivered by a special person, which set off my skin as glistening as snow.

I put on a very different and aggressive bright makeup. As I stepped out of the room, there was a flash of wonder and inquiry in Lucien's eyes.

He held out his arm, and I naturally took it.

We appeared in the ballroom in an extremely eye-catching manner, instantly becoming the center of attention.

Soon enough, I saw the two faces I hated so much in the crowd - Damian and Serena!

They were talking and laughing around Mr. Antonio, the famous jewelry designer, and Serena was holding Damian's arm intimately, smiling prettily. Seeing Lucien and me, their smiles both stiffened momentarily.

Serena was the first to react; she welcomed me with a glass of wine in her hand, deliberately waving a chicly designed bracelet on her wrist in front of me, and said with a smile, ''Norah, do you see how beautiful this bracelet of mine is? The latest bracelet designed by Mr. Antonio, Damian, and me both thinks that its design inspiration fits me perfectly."

At that moment, Lucien whispered quickly in my ear in a barely audible voice, "Antonio's top-of-the-line customizations all have a unique hidden mark."

A bold plan instantly took shape in my mind.

Lucien then stepped forward, directly to Damian, and said in a flat tone, "Damian, this is my lady friend, Norah. Norah, this is my brother, Damian, and next to him is his friend, Ms. Serena."

Serena's smile froze completely; the word friend, no doubt, slapped her in the face.

I cooperate and squeeze out a bewildered smile, "Hello, guys."

Unwillingly, Serena wiggled her wrist again to steer the conversation back to the bracelet. She pulled Damian over to the designer, Antonio, and exclaimed, "Mr. Antonio, the more I look at it, the more I think that the design of this bracelet was tailor-made for me! What I mentioned to you at the time, about the idea of love and new life, you incorporated it perfectly!"

She was blatantly putting gold on her face!

Mr. Antonio had a polite and awkward smile on his face and was about to say something.

Instead, I interrupted him directly.

I walked up to Mr. Antonio with an innocent expression on my face and asked in an inviting tone, "Mr. Antonio, I seem to have just heard my boyfriend say that each of your top-of-the-line bespoke pieces will have a unique, hidden mark that belongs only to its owner, right?"

At these words, Serena and Damian's faces changed slightly. Mr. Antonio, on the other hand, nodded in surprise, "Yes, Miss, you're right. That is the soul of the work."

I immediately turn to Serena, looking purely at the chain on her wrist, and ask in an even more confused tone, "And this young lady, this bracelet of yours, how come I can't find that mark that belongs to you? Does it not have a soul?"

"Doesn't it have a soul?"

This innocent question was like the loudest slap, slapping Serena hard in the face!

There was dead silence in the room, all eyes focused on Serena's reddened face and her bracelet! She was completely flustered and stammered, unable to say a word!

Lucien slowly stepped forward at that moment and swept me into his arms. He didn't even look at Damian or Serena; he just spoke faintly to Mr. Antonio:

"Antonio, it seems I need an explanation. How is it that the Morning Heart, which I ordered for your true muse, Ms. Norah, had its name leaked, and even this unseemly imitation of it, worn on the hand of an unrelated person?"

The real muse! Imitations! Irrelevant people!

Lucien's words directly characterized Serena's behavior!

He continued, "Take the one I have for Norah and bring it out."

As if in a dream, Mr. Antonio immediately had a delicate velvet box fetched from backstage.

When the box was opened and a bracelet similar to the one Serena was wearing, but more delicate and more brilliant, with the letter "N" clearly set in diamonds in a hidden place, appeared in front of everyone, the truth was already self-evident!

I looked at Serena, whose face was as white as paper, with the same innocent expression on my face, and said softly, "Miss, it turns out that your bracelet is unmarked because it wasn't made for you by Mr. Antonio himself. But it doesn't matter, Damian's willingness to buy an imitation for you shows that he still has you in his heart."

"Pfft-" Someone in the crowd didn't hold back and laughed outright.

Those words were the last straw that crushed Serena!

She looked at the instantly unbelievably blinding imitation on her wrist, and then looked at the one-of-a-kind real one on my wrist, worn by Lucien himself, and humiliation, jealousy, and anger instantly engulfed her. She screamed, ripped off the bracelet, and slammed it to the ground, running out of the room in tears!

Damian stood still, his face blue as he looked at me with shock, anger, and a hint of remorse that he hadn't even noticed.

For my part, I was in Lucien's arms and returned an icy and triumphant smile to Damian's hardened face.