From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 231

Seeing Edna and Jonah heading straight for a fairy–tale ending brought her immense joy

the longied froseif not as Miss Fletcher, the lesser known daughter of a local family, but as the nightful Miss Lindsay, heiress to the Lindsay legacy

The Lindsays and the Christensens were as thick as thieves, and soon enough, Darleen would rub shoulders with Mc Christensen and take on the esteemed role of Mrs. Sinclair

Edna nodded affirmatively, “You better get ready”

*I’m on it!‘ Darleen dashed into the house with the speed of a gazelle.

Jessica, lost in thought, gave Edna a meaningful look before speaking. Tve got a jar of pure wildflower honey, brought from the countryside by a friend. Take it to Janet, will you?”

A smile curled at the corner of Edna’s lips, ‘T be sure to pass on Janet’s thanks.”

Jessica instructed the maid to fetch the honey.

In no time, Darleen re–emerged, dressed to the nines.

Just then, Edna’s phone rang. Her expression shifted noticeably as she answered, but she quickly regained her composure and hung up with a smile, waving at Darleen, “That was Janet, hurrying us along Let’s not keep her waiting

Darleen nodded in

Mrs. Fletcher, ignoring the subtle shifts in the room’s atmosphere, and promptly escorted Darleen

to be smug

shared the sentiment, indeed! As if Jonah

voice was stem, ‘Once she marries into the Lindsay family, our family will benefit. Can’t you even pretend to be happy?

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and Samantha exchanged glances, neither daring

out of the Fletcher estate, Edna’s sunny

hopped into a rideshare and left

“Huh, why didn’t Janet send a car

Darleen, adept at reading her moods, immediately straightened up, staying

for Darleen

posture for standing and sitting, mastery of the arts, and Darleen’s childhood was virtually nonexistent, spent in various classes and workshops.

Failure meant a chilling silence or worse, physical reprimand. Thankfully, Darleen had always risen to the occasion, never

arrived at a hotel in Capital City

was confused. Weren’t they supposed

“Mom, are