บท 61: End of the grand ball

Claire smirked as she stepped forward so that it would be easy to place the tiara on her head without hurting the other shabby ladies pride! 'Just call my name already sire!'

"The winner is..." The herald paused before he announced, "Lady Arabella Boxton!...Congratulations! Lady Arabella, you're the winner of the year's most beautiful maiden contest!"

Applauds burst forth from the crowds.

"W-what?" Ara's jaw dropped open without her even realizing it. How could it be her? Wasn't it supposed to be Claire? But come to think of it, it could be the right opportunity to rub it on the spoiled brat's face for stealing their dresses! Ara thought.

She glanced at Claire who had already stepped forward.

Claire looked confused and her lovely cheeks turned red enraged as she clenched tightly to her dress in embarrassment.