I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 90

Whitney glanced at the door when she heard the bell chime, and she turned to see Cypher entering the boutique. He looked around, somewhat out of place in the lavish surroundings, but his presence immediately caught her attention.

’And here I was beginning to think that he wouldn’t show up.’

"Cypher! Over here!" she called out, waving him over wearing a fake smile.

Cypher spotted her and made his way over, his expression still a bit reserved. "Whitney," he greeted her with a small nod.

Whitney took a moment to admire how well Cypher is handsome, even in his casual attire although no one can beat Edge on how he’s more handsome than the rest of the guys. She couldn’t wait to see Edge drooling over her and Angela seething in jealousy.

"I’m glad you could make it," she said, trying to keep the enthusiasm in her voice under control. "I’ve already picked out a few dresses to try on, but first, let’s get you fitted for a suit."

The boutique staff, ever attentive, quickly approached them. "Sir, if you would follow us, we have a selection of suits that would be perfect for the occasion."

Cypher gave Whitney a hesitant glance but nodded and followed the staff to the fitting area.

Whitney’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she saw Angela’s name flashing on her phone screen. A plan began to form in her mind, one that would undoubtedly stir up some jealousy. She quickly answered the call, keeping her voice casual.

"Hey, Angela!" Whitney greeted, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Whitney, where are you?" Angela asked, her tone laced with curiosity.

"Oh, I’m currently at a boutique, getting ready for the masquerade ball," Whitney replied, glancing over at Cypher as he was being shown different suits. She couldn’t resist adding a little twist to the conversation. "You won’t believe who’s with me—Cypher. We’re picking out his suit for the ball."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, and Whitney could practically feel the shift in Angela’s mood.

"Oh... Cypher’s with you?" Angela’s voice wavered slightly, trying to mask her emotions.

"Yeah, he’s being such a gentleman, letting me help him choose. You should see him right now; he’s going to look amazing tonight," Whitney said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "I guess we’re going to be the talk of the ball!"

As Whitney and Angela were talking, the door to the fitting room creaked open. Cypher stepped out, dressed in a sleek black suit that fit him perfectly. The suit had subtle silver accents that added an elegant touch to his appearance. He looked at Whitney, his expression unsure as he adjusted the collar.

"I-I’m not sure about this, is this okay?" Cypher shyly asked, his voice carrying over to where Whitney was standing.

Whitney turned to face him, a look of approval in her eyes. "That one’s much better, you’ll be the most dashing person at the ball later," she said, her tone deliberately annoying Angela.

Angela, still on the phone, heard everything. The sound of Cypher’s voice, combined with Whitney’s praise, sent a pang of jealousy through her. She clenched her phone tighter, trying to maintain her composure, but it was clear that the idea of Cypher and Whitney together at the ball was eating away at her.

Whitney, noticing the silence on the other end, decided to twist the knife a little further. "Oh, Angela, you should see him right now. This suit is absolutely perfect for him. I can already imagine how we’ll look together at the ball."

Angela forced a smile through her words. "I’m sure you both will look great," she said, but the jealousy in her voice was unmistakable.

"Thanks, Angela. We’ll definitely make an entrance," Whitney replied, her voice laced with satisfaction. She ended the call, feeling triumphant as she turned her attention back to Cypher.

Cypher, oblivious to the conversation that had just transpired, simply nodded, still adjusting the suit. "If you say so," he said, his tone modest as he returned to the fitting room to make a few final adjustments.

Whitney watched him go, a smug smile forming on her face.

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The masquerade ball had finally begun, with luxurious cars lining up outside a magnificent villa. The grand entrance was adorned with elegant lights, giving the entire scene a magical ambiance. Inside one of the sleek cars, Remillia sat there alone. She had rented the car, complete with a chaperone, to ensure her entrance was as smooth as possible.

The dress and mask were brought from the system shop

Opening the system’s cybersky, Remillia swiftly navigated through the options, her fingers gliding over the screen with practiced ease. She included her name on the guest list and created a perfect invitation, ensuring there would be no complications when she arrived. The cybersky system made it seem as though she had been invited all along.

As the car approached the villa’s entrance, the chaperone, a well-dressed gentleman with a professional demeanor, glanced back at Remillia. "We’re here, Miss. Shall I assist you with anything before we proceed?"

Remillia shook her head, offering a confident smile. "No need, thank you. Just make sure everything goes smoothly at the entrance."

The car stopped, and the door was opened by one of the villa’s attendants. Remillia stepped out gracefully, her dress shimmering under the soft lights. She handed her invitation to the attendant at the entrance, who scanned it and nodded with a polite smile. "Welcome to the masquerade ball, Miss Remillia. Enjoy your evening."

As she entered the villa, Remillia’s eyes took in the opulent decorations and the elegantly dressed guests. Everyone wore intricate masks, adding an air of mystery to the event. She spotted Cypher and Whitney among the crowd, Cypher looking striking in his suit and Whitney dazzling in her dress as they met up with Angela and Edge.

’Now they’re the real main characters for today. It’s just sad that I’m doing the work that THEY’RE supposed to be doing thanks to some stupid author.’

Keeping her own mask adjusted, Remillia blended into the crowd, her eyes scanning for any sign of Annabelle and Thorne. The grand hall was filled with music and chatter, but her mind was focused on her task.

"Time to get to work," Remillia muttered under her breath, slipping into the crowd, her senses sharp and her mission clear.

Making her way to the edge of the ballroom and using my skill, a faint glimmer in my eyes sparked as I glanced around the whole area, peering beneath the masks of the attendees. Faces she recognized and those she didn’t flashed before her as she scanned the room, her attention sharp and focused.

As she casually sipped her drink, her eyes caught a glimpse of Thorne’s unmistakable features, despite his attempt to blend in with a new disguise. Annabelle was with him, her posture as elegant as ever, though Remillia could sense an underlying tension in the way she moved. The two slipped away from the main hall, heading towards a grand staircase that led to the second floor.

Without drawing attention to herself, Remillia set down her glass and casually navigated through the crowd, she suddenly collided with someone, causing her to momentarily lose her balance.

When she looked up, she saw that it was Edge, their proximity momentarily disorienting. Edge’s touch was firm yet gentle, and their faces were so close that she could feel his breath against her skin. Relief washed over her—if it had been Cypher, he would have recognized her immediately, even with her mask on.

"Edge?"

Cypher and Whitney’s voices cut through the haze of her embarrassment. Cypher’s tone was laced with unease seeing Edge almost kissing the girl while Whitney’s was tinged with jealousy.

Trying to compose herself, Remillia broke the intense moment by quickly stepping away. "Sorry about that, mister. I wasn’t paying attention," she said, her voice steady despite her racing thoughts. She offered a polite, if somewhat strained, smile before turning to continue her pursuit.

Edge’s eyes followed her for a moment, confusion evident in his expression. Whitney shot him a curious look but didn’t pursue the matter, her attention already shifting back to Edge.

"Are you alright?" Cypher asked Edge, his eyes darting between him and the retreating figure of Remillia. There was a clear unease in his voice, though he tried to mask it with casual concern. He doesn’t know why but he seems to know the girl.

’Why do I feel that she’s Remi... No, she said that she can’t come. Snap out of it, Cypher.’

"I’m fine," Edge replied, still watching the girl as she merged back into the crowd. He turned back to Cypher and Whitney, trying to shake off the awkward encounter.

Remillia, meanwhile, took advantage of the distraction to slip away from the scene. She hurried through the maze of elegantly dressed guests, her mind focused on catching up with Thorne and Annabelle. Her heart raced, both from the close encounter with Edge and the urgency of her mission.