A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

Chapter 152

Gideon didn't realize that Yvette had slipped into the banquet hall entrance at some point, unnoticed amidst the laughter and clinking glasses.

Meanwhile, her eyes fell on him with a smoldering intensity.

Following Gideon's line of sight, Yvette's gaze landed on Calliope. Surrounded by a crowd, she shone like a natural-born princess.

Even though the Jewell family treated her poorly, and Lisette had snatched away every ounce of affection, Calliope still dazzled like a princess people couldn't help but admire and envy.

The effortless grace that Calliope exuded was something Yvette envied and despised. She loathed this version of Calliope, wishing to snatch away everything she had and destroy her.

Every glance at Calliope was a painful reminder of Yvette's past, crawling out from a mire of filth, while Calliope was born into royalty.

Why did she deserve this happiness?

Gideon? And when her marriage to Gideon fell through, why could she move on to someone even more

Calliope? Even if Gideon ignored her birthday, she had a flock of well-wishers. She mingled effortlessly with the elite, accepting their gifts with poise. She appeared to glide through life

innate sense of inferiority, worlds apart from them. She struggled to even exchange pleasantries, and to them, she

was intense. She despised her for being so beautiful, wealthy, and adored

did she deserve

with envy,

nails biting into her palms. She vowed to herself that

was a

that Yvette didn't belong in

phone and, with

hall. She sent it to Lisette, a slight smile playing

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