Reborn, Its Time To Save My Family And.. My Enemy!
Chapter 43: Lost Face

Chapter 43: Lost Face

"Raise your chin higher, you are invited by the second prince. And do not make a mistake. I will be watching you." Oriana warned Olivia as the carriage stopped in front of the royal palace.

Rows of carriages could be seen from afar. Hundreds of knights and maids were making sure that every guest was escorted respectfully.

Oriana held her husband’s hand and smiled at him.

"Shall we, darling?" the man passed a narrowed glance to Olivia before nodding.

"If you find any trouble, come find us or just apologize." he waved his hands at Olivia before getting out of the carriage and then helping Oriana.

Oriana bit her lips as she looked at Oliva. Her eyes dimmed lightly. But when she walked out of the carriage, holding the hand of her husband, her face was brimming with happiness. As if she was the most blessed wife.

Olivia took a deep breath. She had always been scorned at the balls like this. Even when she was with the prince, she was only mocked and discarded.

"But today would be different." dressed in a midnight blue gown embellished with diamonds. She looked nothing like her past.

A knight was waiting for her with extended hands. She placed her feet on his thighs and held her hand with a straight back and raised chin.

Every step she took forward was graceful and spellbinding. Many turned to look at her as she crossed the long row of guests and staff.

"Who is she?"

"Red hair! Only one family had red hair. But didnt the duchess enter with her husband just a while ago?"

"Oh my, why have I not seen her before?" Olivia ignored the gossip around her.

The smile on her face did not falter even when she was glared at by the young girls or scrutinized by young men.

Oriana who was greeting countess Bertha nodded with a look of approval. Working day and night on this girl was worth it.

But as Olivia walked down and escorted to her seat, no one took a step to greet her or talk to her.

Oriana bit her lips and waited for the young nobles to make a move. The royal family would never take the initiation and it would be embarrassing to sit alone in the ball for a long time. Even when she was looking ravishing, the charm would only be a laughing stock if no one approached her.

Her eyes hardened and she nodded at a man. The man took a deep breath and walked to Olivia.

"My lady, are you without a partner?" many eyes stared at the scene discreetly. Young son of baron Whitfield. Could the girl be a countryside noble they have not heard of?

Olivia smiled shyly covering half of her face with her fan as she nodded. The man smiled brighter.

"Then may I have the chance to accompany you and introduce you to my friends?" hearing the excitement in his voice, many girls frowned.

Even though Mark was just from a baron family. He was handsome and charming. Many girls wanted him to ask them for the dance.

Oriana smiled satisfactorily and finally looked away when Olivia held Mark’s hand and went with him. He took her to a group of men and women.

"From her, let her handle it. You can not pave her way till the end." Oriana stiffened when her husband whispered in her ears.

"Darling!"

"That is enough, Oriana. I need your presence with me." Oriana bit her lips but nodded as the duke guided her in a different direction.

Olivia noticed her sister leaving from the corner of her eye.

"Ah! So you are Olivia Witherland! No wonder I could not recognize you." a man laughed with a conceited look. "Changing appearances did not change position." he raised his glass and took a sip when many laughed.

Olivia could feel the slight prickle on her skin when many mocked her with a subtle smile on their faces.

"Oh Brad! She is a duchess’s sister now. You can’t judge her from her family. I am sure she did not even remember that her father committed suicide after being indebted and selling his estate." a woman faked anger as she scolded Brad. "right, miss Witherland?"

"Hmm, I can understand. Her mother must have hidden the fact they were nobles when they were compelled to work in other houses. I am forgetting where she used to work. But I can never forget where her daughters had worked." a man winked and laughed.

Mark looked worried. That was not how the conversation was planned.

"Miss Witherland, I heard that you play piano." he spoke hastily, earning a look from many. He pinched Olivia and singalled her to continue but Olivia stared at Brad.

Brad noticed her gaze and raised a brow.

"Have I offended you, my lady , by the bitter truths? I thought one must not forget her origin. But I would take a step back if you do not want to remember your sufferings. After all, your sister is a duchess and it would be no good for me if you complain to her." he smiled slightly while looking at her with disdain.

Mark pinched Olivia harder. Even if she went to complain to Oriana, it would not make a place for her in the society. She had to change the discussion and make a place for her now.

But Olivia just smiled at the man. The smile made the man blink.

"You are right, I will never forget my origins, my lord. Thank you for your reminder. I will personally thank lady Alisha too." the man paused. His eyes widened slightly. He opened his mouth but shut it at once.

Others looked at her in confusion. Who is lady Alisha and what did she have to do with the conversation?

They looked at Brad in confusion whose face turned pale suddenly.

"My lord, is there..."

"Please excuse me, I still need to greet many friends."