Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384: At The Ball_Part 3

The moment the door opened, soft music and laughing voices flowed to them even before they stepped in. The hall was just as Belle remembered, only this time there were double the amount of guests she remembered, some standing at the balconies of the hall and some moving below, where the high chandeliers were all lit, bathing the space in a light gold hue.

Nobody had noticed their arrival at first, as people were too distracted mingling and talking, men in suits, women in gowns, until the herald sitting at the side moved to announce their entrance.

"Our honorable guests from Nightbrook have arrived!"

It was like a spell of silence had been cast inside the hall, for a loud stillness suddenly befell the place. The music stopped along with the chatter and the movement as they entered, the sound of the door closing echoing too loudly in the silence, while countless eyes turned to them.

Belle tried to calm her racing heart as she took in the familiar atmosphere, only unlike in the past, where people barely spared her a second glance, this time, people stared without looking away. Men gawked, women stared in awestruck wonder, their envious eyes scanning her from her head down to the hem of her gown.

Belle walked with her head held high, her back straight despite the nerves inside her at the eyes that followed them.

As if the spell had been lifted, murmuring began to rise from the guests as they moved aside to give way for the vampires and for her to pass.

"Oh my God, isn’t she Isabelle, or does the duke have another daughter we didn’t know about?" murmured the men who stared at the beautiful woman they had never seen before, or perhaps they had but never spared a look at, always swarming instead around her younger sister.

"I don’t recall another daughter. Lady Genevieve is right there with the other ladies, I asked her to reserve a dance for me a while ago. This here could only be Isabelle. But Lord in heavens! She’s beautiful," remarked another from the group of young men, who were staring at the beautiful women.

"Who is the redheaded lady?" asked one curiously, squinting, as they were still too far away to notice the faint glow of her red eyes.

"She’s the vampire guest who came with her husband and son, along with the vampire duke," another answered with a smirk.

"I never imagined vampire women could be this breathtaking... and so human-like," muttered one of the men, unable to look past anything beautiful so long as it was female. His gaze lingered shamelessly on her figure.

"But unfortunately, she has a husband. But Isabelle doesn’t. Her husband can hardly be called a husband when the marriage is nothing but a name and is bound to end soon. Who knows, we might still have our chances with her. I, for one, plan to speak with her parents and claim her for myself once the vampire matter is settled," whispered the son of a viscount, who only a short while ago had secured a dance with the younger Dawson daughter but was now already changing his mind, his desire shifting greedily upon seeing the other woman.

"Not if I speak to her parents first," another of the young men cut in, his tone sharp with rivalry, his eyes gleaming with the same shamelessness as his peers. These were the very same young men who, not too long ago in the past, had mocked Belle for her plainness, declaring none of them would ever take her as a wife. They had even gone so far as to jest that any man foolish enough to marry her would have to turn down the lights in order to touch her in bed, for her freckled face could startle even the dead.

The words that went around among the women in the hall were different from those of the men, especially from the set of women Eve was standing with. They were dumbfounded and in disbelief as they watched her sister and the vampire walk to show their respect to the king.

"She’s wearing red diamonds!" exclaimed a lady.

"You are talking about diamonds, look at the dress and the way she carries herself. I swear to God I never thought she had such beauty to give justice to any dress," murmured another.

These were also women who had insulted the duke’s daughter in the past for her boring, and plain sense of style. She was so easy to step on that they did it, and a fool who would apologize to someone who stepped on her toes in order to not raise any trouble.

Nobody could deny the fact that she and the vampire beside her glowed amidst everyone, their attires making the others look like puddle stones among two diamond gems. Not even Eve, who had so naturally stood out among the women since she first began attending the balls, could have outshone her sister now as she always did in the past. There was something subtle yet undeniable about Belle’s beauty tonight, a quiet grace that drew the eyes and made it difficult for anyone to look away.

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