Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 311

Isabelle shot her friend a look that was equal parts annoyance and disbelief, her patience wearing thin from the relentless teasing. She turned away, hastily gathering her belongings, her mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming competition.

Celine, unable to suppress her amusement, let out a light laugh while shaking her head in mock disapproval. Her gaze drifted toward Lillian, who was nestled in a corner, engrossed in her book. “Lillian, don’t tell me you forgot to bring any luggage at all?” Celine inquired, her tone playful yet curious. After all, the competition was a significant event, and everyone else had meticulously prepared their outfits. Yet here was Lillian, with only a small bag by her side.

With a nonchalant gesture, Lillian pointed to the modest backpack resting beside her. “I packed a change of clothes and some toiletries,” she replied simply, her expression serene.

Celine raised her eyebrows, incredulity etched across her face. “But this competition is crucial! How can you just show up in your everyday attire? You should at least consider dressing a bit more formally. I brought two outfits, and since our builds are quite similar, why not borrow one from me?” Celine offered, her voice laced with genuine concern.

A soft smile graced Lillian’s lips as she shook her head gently. “I appreciate the offer, Celine, but there’s really no need. Comfort is my priority. Besides, the rules don’t specify anything about formal wear.”

Celine mulled it over for a moment before nodding in agreement. “You have a point. Overdressing can just add to the nerves. Staying relaxed might actually enhance your performance,” she conceded, returning to her task of packing with a newfound sense of understanding.

The afternoon drifted by in a haze of focused study within the dorms, a rare silence enveloping the group. Even Eda, usually the center of attention, was oddly subdued, her nose buried deep in her books.

After dinner, Lillian pulled out her phone, her heart skipping a beat as she noticed a missed call from Sebastian. Given that everyone was busy with their studies, they had all opted to keep their phones on silent mode.

Stepping out onto the balcony, she dialed his number, her pulse quickening with anticipation. He answered almost immediately, his deep, magnetic voice resonating through the line. “All finished,” he said, a hint of satisfaction in his tone.

A warmth spread through her, and she smiled softly. “Mm. I just had dinner. Everyone was so focused on studying this afternoon that I didn’t even realize you’d called.”

“Lillian, you don’t need to explain yourself to me. Between us, there’s no need for that,” he reassured her, his voice steady and comforting.

Lillian spun around to face her, her gaze sharp as daggers. “A girl like me? And what exactly does that mean? Someone who frames classmates? Or perhaps someone who manipulates others like mere pawns? Eda, let me offer you a piece of advice: stop judging people with your narrow little mind. You’re not qualified to make such assessments.”

“You think that having a privileged family makes you superior, but all that really means is that you got lucky at birth. It doesn’t make you extraordinary. At your birthday party, I chose to let it slide and gave your father some face. Don’t mistake that for weakness. You should be grateful someone was there to clean up your mess. Not every mistake will be forgiven,” Lillian retorted, her voice steady and fierce.

Eda’s eyes widened in disbelief, the shock of Lillian’s words hitting her like a slap. She had never anticipated that her proudest advantage would be so ruthlessly diminished in someone else’s eyes. The blow left her reeling, her confidence shaken.

Without waiting for a reply, Lillian turned on her heel and strode back inside, unwilling to endure the same petty provocations any longer.

Eda’s expression twisted in frustration as she watched Lillian’s retreating figure, her voice barely a whisper. “Lillian… this time, I will surpass you.”