Chapter 75:
Makenna’s POV:
The kind words of the noble ladies threw Kristina into a fit of rage. Her expression contorted.
She exploded, shouting at them, “Are you all blind? She’s a frail she-wolf with a weak wolf scent.”
The ladies glanced at Kristina with displeasure. Though they itched to respond, they held their tongues.
I could see they refrained from challenging Kristina because of her high standing.
Eventually, they whispered, “You’re jealous of her.” With those words, they quickly walked away.
I nearly laughed out loud, thinking their comment might set Kristina off again.
“What was that? Say it again if you dare!”
Sure enough, Kristina lost it after they left. Her fury nearly drove her mad, but she managed to contain herself in front of the crowd.
She shot me a fierce look and hissed through clenched teeth, “You bitch! You planned this.”
“Yes, I did. What are you going to do about it?” I offered a defiant smile and added, “I really should thank you. Without your efforts, I wouldn’t have ended up with such a stunning dress. Thanks for making me the center of attention tonight.”
Knowing Kristina was behind this, I had no intention of playing into her hands.
Moreover, I enhanced the beauty of the dress to further frustrate her and her followers.
“You! Despicable bitch…” Kristina fumed, her breath heavy with rage. Her stare was so intense it felt like she could peel my skin off my bones. I crossed my arms and met her gaze without flinching.
An eye for an eye. Given her continual attempts to set me up, I was more than ready to make things difficult for her.
“I’ll kill you. I will!” Kristina gritted her teeth, glaring at me with deep resentment. Without warning, she lunged forward, aiming to hit me.
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Caught off guard by her reckless disregard for her reputation, I quickly sidestepped.
However, Kristina was relentless. Just then, a voice boomed at the entrance.
“The king is coming. So are the three princes. Great!”
The entire hall fell into a respectful hush, and everyone turned their attention to the entrance. Kristina lowered her hands and looked eagerly in that direction.
I joined the others in looking as Leonardo and his three sons entered the hall. Dressed formally, they carried themselves with an enhanced air of dignity and distinction.
We all bowed, clearing a path for Leonardo and his sons.
Leonardo walked confidently to the platform, and his sons stood behind him with serious expressions. Each radiated a powerful presence that made everyone in the room avoid direct eye contact with them.
The king glanced around the hall and announced, “This banquet celebrates my sons reaching the age to inherit the kingdom. I am delighted to have everyone gathered here. Let the feast begin! Enjoy the food and wine tonight!”
The announcement was met with cheers and applause. Reluctantly, I joined in the clapping, my gaze shifting to the three princes as I silently hoped they wouldn’t cause me any trouble later.
As my thoughts wandered, a sudden voice pierced through the crowd’s noise.
“Your Majesty, I must report someone. She is unfit to bear the princes’ child.”
The room fell silent again.
A sense of dread washed over me.
A woman with scarlet hair, whom I remembered as the maid who took my measurements, pushed her way to the front.
Pointing directly at me, she declared, “That woman is a thief. She does not deserve to be with the princes.”
Her accusation turned every gaze in the room sharply toward me.
Was she trying to defame me? With a frown, I responded coldly, “What nonsense are you accusing me of?”
The maid replied with conviction, “This is no nonsense. I swear by the Moon Goddess, you are a thief.”
The celebration halted abruptly. Leonardo’s expression darkened as he demanded, “What on earth is happening here?”
The maid pointed at my dress and amplified her accusation, “That lowly she-wolf has stolen a dress.”
