Chapter 166: Chapter 166: She Stuns the Entire Audience

Everyone gazed enviously at Tyson Law and Fiona Vaughn descending the stairs together. If ever there was a match made in heaven, this was it.

The host, in charge of warming up the atmosphere, saw how lively everyone was, and immediately took up the microphone, setting the mood by starting a round of applause.

"Where did this golden couple come from? Even I, as the host, am mesmerized! Tell me, doesn’t today’s groom look extra handsome? And the bride—she’s the most beautiful woman here!"

The audience broke into raucous applause, the thunderous clapping unending. Some of the young heirs even whistled mischievously.

"Yes! Goddess Fiona is forever the most beautiful!"

"The Second Young Master Law and Miss Fiona—what a flawless pair, a match made by fate!"

The men stared fixedly at Fiona Vaughn in her white wedding dress, all secretly envying Tyson Law for marrying such a stunner!

And among the many society ladies, their envy for Fiona Vaughn was palpable. She was always beautiful, but tonight, her beauty was simply astonishing—it was impossible to look away!

They made up their minds to ask who had styled today’s bride; when they got married in the future, they would have to book this stylist themselves!

Chloe Alden, seeing so many girls run off to find out about the stylist, felt a surge of pride as the one who’d made the recommendation.

"Fiona, you see? Didn’t I say Alan was the best makeup artist for you?"

"Tonight you’re like a goddess descending to earth. Did you see those people downstairs? Doesn’t matter if they’re men or women—they’re all spellbound by you!"

Fiona Vaughn felt a secret satisfaction. There were so many beauties present, yet she alone outshone them all!

Her lips curved in a gentle smile, her voice still delicate and self-effacing.

"Chloe, don’t praise me like that. You’ll make me blush. I’m sure you’ll be absolutely gorgeous at your own wedding..."

...

Just as the two continued to compliment each other, a ripple of commotion suddenly swept through the hall.

"Wow, oh my god..."

"Which heiress is that? She’s too beautiful!"

"What a beauty! Now that’s a true goddess!..."

The exclamations grew louder and louder, quickly drawing the attention of everyone in the hall.

A figure in purple moved slowly into view.

All eyes turned to the hotel entrance. In that instant, everyone fell silent.

Time itself seemed to freeze.

How could one ever describe the sight before their eyes?

All words felt bland and hollow, completely unworthy of this ethereal woman before them.

She approached with an unhurried grace. The embroidered wisteria on her dress seemed to have a life of its own, flowing from top to bottom in delicate layers that shifted from pale to deep, like clouds at dusk—so lifelike, one almost suspected that the petals would release their scent up close.

As her gown swayed, it was more stirring than the clouds at sunset.

...

The host, charged with livening up the event, was standing closest to Cecilia Vaughn, and felt the full impact of her beauty even more intensely.

He stared, dumbstruck, utterly forgetting his duty on stage.

He even couldn’t help but blurt out in awe.

"A...a goddess?"

Purple was a color most couldn’t pull off, especially not with such misty, cloud-like embroidery. Yet this young woman, barely in her twenties, carried herself with effortless nobility—a cool, moonlit elegance in every movement, perfectly matching the ethereal quality of the dress.

If anyone else wore it, the dress’s elaborate detail would surely overpower them.

But the one wearing it was Cecilia Vaughn.

By Adrian Law’s commission, this Purple Vine Dress had been custom-crafted to Cecilia Vaughn’s precise measurements—the lines were sharp and clean, accentuating her slender silhouette, the sheer layers lending her an otherworldly air.

And on her exquisitely beautiful features, there wasn’t a trace of a smile, yet people couldn’t help but ache to see her smile, no matter what it cost them.

Such breathtaking beauty—how could anyone not be consumed by it?

...

Cecilia Vaughn looked serenely at the host, who was still staring in a daze. Her expression was composed and open.

"I’m no goddess—you’re too kind," she said.

The host snapped awake as if from a dream, his face instantly flushing scarlet. In over twenty years of hosting, he’d never made a blunder like this!

He’d been completely stunned by Cecilia Vaughn just now. As he gathered himself, he hurriedly looked down in embarrassment, not even daring to look her in the eye.

She truly felt like a goddess on a cloud—gaze at her too long, and you might lose your soul.

In all his years among Stellerton’s high society, he had never seen such a beautiful girl at any event.

Not far away, many others whispered and speculated about Cecilia Vaughn’s identity, but Cecilia paid them all no mind.

"This girl is unbelievably beautiful! Like a painting come to life!"

"Which family is she from? I never knew there was someone like her in Stellerton’s high society."

"I adore that purple dress, the wisteria flowers are so magical! And the embroidery is incredible. If I find out who the designer is, I have to get one!"

...

No one recognized her, apparently...

Just as the host was about to ask Cecilia Vaughn her identity, a sudden outburst rose from all around.

"I remember now! That’s the eldest Miss Vaughn—Cecilia Vaughn!"

"It’s her?!"

"What’s she doing here? I heard Miss Vaughn was once engaged to The Second Young Master Law. Is she here to sabotage the wedding?"

"Exactly! She’s dressed so stunningly she’s completely outshining the bride!"

Cecilia Vaughn’s entrance was simply too dazzling—and it wasn’t just her beauty or her dress. Most striking of all was her transcendent, unique aura, like a fairy from another world.

So everyone, without hesitation, concluded she must be here to snatch the groom.

Cecilia Vaughn ignored all the gossipy speculation, her expression always calm and detached—but not everyone could be so composed.

Standing in the center of the hall, Fiona Vaughn heard everyone saying Cecilia was more beautiful than her. Her former dignified smile froze instantly on her lips.

Fiona Vaughn glared at Cecilia Vaughn with hatred—this was supposed to be her big day!

This little bitch was deliberately stealing her spotlight, dressing so outrageously and making such a scene!

Fiona Vaughn clenched her teeth, her nails digging into her palms, barely able to keep herself from losing control.

She couldn’t stand that everyone—men and women alike—were staring at Cecilia Vaughn. Pouting in grievance, she turned to Tyson Law for comfort.

But the moment she looked, she saw that the man beside her was standing there in a daze, eyes locked on Cecilia Vaughn a few meters away, not moving for an instant.

The longing in his gaze was as if someone had glued his eyes to Cecilia Vaughn.

...

How could Tyson do this!

Fiona Vaughn’s heart shattered with a crash!

She was overwhelmed by humiliation, and in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to rip that long dress off Cecilia Vaughn—let’s see how smug she’d be then!

Her eyes grew cold. Deep inside, a vicious plan began to form...