9. Rebecca, The Bitch

"Lady Rozen?"

I glance up, looking to find a man who seems nervous, approaching me with an unknown motive. 

I glare at him as I try to read him.

"Would you mind having a dance with me?" He extends his hand.

I arch a brow.

Every since Grandfather announced his missing eldest granddaughter had returned, the look on everyone's face was shocking. Francis had mentioned to me that there were rumors.

Rumors about this body.

Some say I broke up with the Crown Prince and eloped with a commoner. Others say because the Crown Prince and my sister are in love, I ran away in sadness.

People sure love the gossip and never want the truth. 

No one wants a boring truth, but if everyone here knew what my sister did to me, what would they say about her? 

The look on Rebecca's face was indeed priceless. 

As I stepped next to Grandfather, the first thing I did was look for her. I found her immediately and could read her facial expression. She was pale and troubled that I was still alive. Daniel, on the other hand, I couldn't get quite understand. Once I read his expression, he seemed glad that I was busy. 

Pft

As if!

I beautified myself to capture all the attention with the help of the triplets. I was one sexy-ass lady. 

Every man looked at me with such lusting intent while the women became my admirer. 

I didn't mind the attention and flirted a little it only pissed Rebecca off. 

"Lady Rozen?"

I blinked my eyes at the gentlemen before me and smiled. "Sorry, who might you be?"

"Ah, my apologies, my lady; I'm Nestor Bragins, only son of Count Thomas Bragins." Nestor gestured a bow and presented himself.

Grandfather had me learn about everyone wealthy family who was invited to the party tonight. It was a headache, and I didn't want to study them all, but to be a part of society, I had no choice. 

Count Bragins, I look over to the tubby man who is laughing like a hyena with other nobles. The long-nose woman next to him is his wife—a materialistic woman who loves shopping and spending her husband's money. She wore everything expensive things just to be flashy toward other women. 

Grandfather told me they would be close to debt if it weren't for him, and now they are indebted to my grandfather. 

Count Bragins' son is asking me for a dance when I just wanted to be alone and keep an eye on Rebecca and Daniel. 

So far, she hasn't done anything. She is shooting her eyes at me like sharp knives as if I will be intimidated. 

Is she going to stand there and glare at me all night?

When I made eye contact with her, she immediately clung to Daniel.

I chuckle at her for being childish, as if I want Daniel back.

Fuck that bastard.

I don't need him.

Even if he looked at me with gentle eyes, I would never succumb to him. The old Alice is dead, and the new one wants revenge.

"Zayn?"

"Yes, my lady?"

"Where are you?"

"Hiding."

I chuckled. "What?"

I had to hide from the ladies who had been asking for me to dance with them.

No one. I don't see him around. Zayn left me to hide from intimidating young ladies asking him to dance. After escorting me, I saw how the ladies looked at him. Zayn is a beautiful creature compared to Daniel, and I am sure all the ladies would admire him. 

Another knot in my chest tighten. 

What is this feeling?

"I'm too scared to go out."

"Well, you aren't the only one."

"Are you okay, my lady? I'm sorry I left you."

"I'm fine. The men here are annoying. But Zayn, it's time to talk with my sister; you know the plan, right?"

"Yes, of course. I will meet you in the hall."

After our mind link talk, Zayn went to the hall. I had him hidden and used one of my crystal phones to record Rebecca and my conversation. Very convenient and one of my inventions I called the A-Phone. 

It sounds corny, but I had it similar to an iPhone. Since cellphones don't exist, why not make something to use magic with?

I design the magical crystals to the shape of an iPhone. You can use it for anything, store currencies, record events, make facetime calls, send a message, anything an actual mobile phone can do. The good thing is that you don't need to pay every month or exceed the limit, it gives you direction when asked, and the internet is accessible wherever you go. 

I wanted this to be out of the world, but since I made a prototype and will be used during my talk with Rebecca, I hope Grandfather can help me advertise it. 

I still have other features that need to be included in the device, but this one will be a test for now. 

I would have hidden the A-Phone, making it easier for me, but this dress has no pockets. 

If only I wore jeans and had my phone would be handy. 

"My apologies, Mr. Bragins," I smile. "I'm a bit tired and need to rest."

"Huh? But you didn't-"

"Would you excuse me," I cut him off and left him speechless. 

I feel sorry I did that. He was an average man who had his mother's nose. He seemed nice, but I had to leave. 

Big extravagant parties are not my idea of hanging out; dressing up in fancy clothes and saying hi to everyone is exhausting. The worst of it all is wearing these murder heels that have been killing my feet every second I walk. 

I'm not too fond of heels. 

If only I could wear boots, everyone would be better. 

Nestor wasn't the only man who asked me to dance with them. Nestor makes number thirty, and all of them were rejected. 

Bow and leave. I eyed Rebecca and smirked, making her feel flutter in anger. It was my way to the hall, having my sister follow me. Zayn is hidden somewhere as planned. 

"Hey!"

I froze and smiled.

She took the bait.

Every time she looked at me, I would pull on a smile, making her feel uncomfortable that I was well and alive. 

She got agitated and was eager to talk to me. 

Well, I will give her the talk, and this time I will show her how terrifying I can be after coming back from the dead.