Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1603: The Most Beautiful Claire

Chapter 1603: The Most Beautiful Claire

A special cushion was placed on King Bertie's seat. Although his health was not good, he not only decided to attend but also insisted on staying with Ivan until the end of the banquet.

Ivan held both of his hands, and together with Queen Katharine, they helped the king to his seat.

Rowan was attentive and replaced the butter in front of his father with olive oil. "This one is not as greasy," he explained in a soft voice.

The king nodded. "You can sit too; don't bother me tonight."

On the several meters long sandalwood table, the seats were arranged according to the guests' status, with place cards placed in front of each seat.

WhenKatharine helped the king to his seat, she deliberately glanced at Rowan. What was he doing? Why did he change the butter? And why was the king smiling at him so happily?

Then she glanced at her son Taylor, who had already taken his seat, taking out his phone and happily playing games!

Katharine had a smile on her face, but she couldn't hide her anger and frustration inside!

Not focused on the occasion at all!

Ivan took his seat on the right side of the king, while Katharine sat on the left side of the king. It was evident how much Lu Layuoka valued Ivan.

The seating arrangement surprised Katharine as well.

The officials also thought to themselves, wasn't the king obviously favoring Queen Katharine? When she wanted a castle to be built, he invited the builders with a royal banquet standard. This was too much favoritism, right?

People also speculated secretly that even if Prince Louis returned, the throne would probably go to Prince Taylor, right?

After all, laws could be changed, and so could succession rights. It all depended on the king's mood.

The king, Queen Katharine, and Prince Taylor appeared to be more like a family of three, which was the impression everyone had.

No one in the royal family knew much about Prince Louis's abilities. He always gave the impression of being mild-mannered, not one to speak or smile easily. His deep eyes always carried a touch of melancholy, giving the feeling that he wouldn't achieve great things.

Rowan sat next to Ivan, but since exchanging greetings, they hadn't communicated, as if they had never met.

And on the other side of Rowan's seat, there was a sign that read "Claire."

The seat was empty; she hadn't arrived yet.

The dinner was about to begin, and everyone had already taken their seats, but some people hadn't arrived yet. Rowan, sitting upright, couldn't help but let his mind wander. Where was she? She was unfamiliar with this palace.

But he wasn't too worried, after all, everyone thought she belonged to Ivan, and no one dared to touch her.

Until Claire emerged from a nearby door, Rowan raised his gaze and caught sight of her.

She was wearing a gentle evening gown, a soft blue color that clung to her like capturing a moment of blooming flowers. It was difficult to describe her beauty in words at that moment. Taylor, sitting next to Queen Katharine, inadvertently looked up and happened to see the girl.

He, who was playing games, couldn't help but pause for a moment. For an instant, she had stunned him with her beauty.

The beauty emanating from Claire tonight was different from any other princess in the royal family. This dress seemed tailor-made for her, and it only had such an effect when worn by her.

The enormous crystal chandelier in the dining room emitted a dazzling light. That light shone on her, on the hem of her dress, on her facial features, on her skin... as if casting a golden aura. Claire walked around the table from the other end, heading towards her designated seat. She had a calm expression, a shy smile, attracting the gaze of many people.

"She's so beautiful. Is she Mrs. Marsh?"

"No, I heard she's Ivan's sister, the daughter of his aunt."

People whispered and exchanged comments in low voices.

The tailored waistline and sparkling embellishments made Claire's graceful figure captivating, with an interwoven and lingering sense of beauty. Her writer's temperament exuded from within, making her look even more impressive tonight. Her beauty was truly unique.