From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 274

Chapter 274

Adah bubbled over with excitement. "I have never seen this Ann you keep yapping about, but I can bet my bottom dollar that Annie knocks Ann out of the park any day!"

"Poppycock!" Karen scowled, her brows knitting together in disapproval. "No matter how striking Annie might be, she's got nothing on my Ann! Ann is the belle of the ball, the talk of the town, and the queen bee! She's the girl that makes heads turn and hearts flutter!"

In Karen's eyes, Anthea was the epitome of beauty, the perfect ten.

Dare anyone say Anthea wasn't a knockout, and they'd have Karen to answer to, even if it were her daughter-in-law!

"Karen, don't you think you're laying it on a bit thick?" Adah couldn't fathom anyone more ravishing than Anthea. "Annie's drop-dead gorgeous, and you're saying she can't hold a candle to a plain Jane?" Karen was blowing her trumpet way too loud.

"How dare you?" Karen's hands shot to her hips. "Who're you calling a plain Jane?"

Unfazed, Adah retorted, "Well, you're always going on about Carlotta being a fish out of water. What's the deal? Is it one rule for you and another for everyone else?"

Karen choked on her words, her cheeks puffing up with anger as she pointed at Adah. "Ann is not a plain Jane! You should watch your mouth!"

an eyebrow, her voice laced with sarcasm, "Funny, you make it sound like she's the most beautiful girl

stumped. She'd never lost a verbal duel before, and at the moment, she'd talked

What an embarrassment!

denying it. Your Annie can't even compare to my Ann!" Climbing onto the coffee table, Karen locked eyes with Adah. She might

the coffee table didn't give her enough height, she'd scale

stance, hands on hips, taunting, "A plain Ann trying to match up to my Annie? She's not even on

wrong upstairs, and it's never-ending!" Karen's face turned crimson as she ranted without pausing for breath, "My Ann is the belle

see who's the real beauty." She'd

we invite

this week. I'll set it up

that moment, Sherman walked in from outside, shrugging off his black coat and handing it to a servant. "Mom, Grandma, why does it feel like a battlefield

wife!" Karen snapped back. "Your mom insists she's not as pretty as that Annie

turned to him, her voice sharp. "If you dare

to settle down. Please stop dragging other ladies' names

him with a

marry, eh?

her blockhead of a grandson learned

up from the couch. "I'm heading to my room." Soon after, the song