How had she infiltrated the banquet hall?

"Rosalyn."

Spotting her, Selina approached calmly.

"How did you manage to get in? I don't recall extending an invitation to you," Rosalynn inquired, maintaining her composure.

Selina's lips curled into a smile.

"Kyson brought me along. He said, I'll always be his sister."

A hint of pride resonated in her words. Rosalynn arched her eyebrows, scanning the room to find Kyson observing from a distance.

His expression bore a subtle blend of concern and apprehension.

Was he harboring a fear that Selina might become the target of bullying?

He really didn't know his sister well enough.

She had never been inclined to invest time in inconsequential individuals and now, given her elevated status, there was even less reason for her to engage in a rivalry with Selina.

Rosalynn averted her gaze and, with a composed tone, uttered, “Seeing as you're here now, enjoy yourself."

Having said that, she distanced herself, unwilling to prolong the conversation with Selina. Gathering the hem of her dress, she elegantly strolled toward Karina.

With a regal posture, she held her head high, her eyes reflecting a frigid demeanor.

Evidently, she did not take Selina too seriously.

Selina suppressed her emotions, concealing the envy lurking in her eyes.

The onlookers, enveloped in disdain and amusement, exchanged glances at her.

Pretending not to notice, Selina approached the Moreno couple, seeking to make her presence felt.

Rosalynn handed her glass of wine to a passing waiter. Upon noticing Karina had concluded her call, she inquired, “Is Tilda here yet?"

"She's on her way. Let's head to the entrance to welcome her."