Such regret gnawed at her!

“Selina, is something wrong?"

Kyson, feeling the increasing pressure of her hand on his arm, regarded her with a puzzled look.

Regaining her senses, Selina relaxed her hold.

"Just some nerves, fearing your parents might not take kindly to me."

Kyson gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Worry not."

Nodding, Selina brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, then, adopting an icy demeanor, she strode into the hotel with Kyson.

Aldrich's gaze narrowed at her approach.

He was taken aback by Selina's audacity in attending the banquet.

With her questionable social standing, wasn't she concerned about becoming a laughingstock?

Jenifer's eyes too landed on Selina.

Clutching Aldrich's arm, she remarked, “Isn't that Selina, the daughter of a murderer? The gall she has to show up here!"

Aldrich offered a noncommittal smile in response.

Catching his eye, Jenifer prodded, “Do you find her attractive?"

Aldrich arched an eyebrow.

“She carries herself well.”

Selina's beauty wasn't striking.

Yet her background in dance lent her a grace surpassing that of average women.

And although she was a butler's daughter, Gail's tutelage in the fine arts had imbued her with an aristocratic air.