Chapter 43

Camille sent him an unimpressed look.

What kind of wording was that just now? Was he trying to make himself seem like an angelic gentleman?

‘This devil incarnate is wearing sheep’s clothing but the disguise is just too lousy and obvious,’ she thought with a roll of her eyes.

“I can handle myself,” she said coldly.

For some reason, her response seemed to please Christian. “Ah, a fiercely independent woman, I see,” he remarked. “Just the way I like it.”

Camille scowled.

‘So infuriating!’

When they finally arrived at the doors, Christian handed their invitations to the security guards. After a thorough check, they were allowed to pass.

One of the butlers offered to take Camille’s hat and veil, so she agreed and handed them to him. The man also took both of their coats before gesturing for them to go inside.

The moment Camille stepped into the hall, she felt her breath being taken away.

The ballroom was huge. The walls were covered with silk tapestries depicting scenes from various eras,