Renee only asked Eliza to design the dress out of pity, to give her a chance to earn a bit of pocket money. But this simple little dress was something Eliza could only dream of owning. Daniel's love for Renee was absolute. Eliza was insanely jealous to the core, but she knew she'd never have someone like that in her life.

So, she embellished Renee's dress with sparkling rhinestones, hoping Renee's life would always shine brightly. In a way, it made Eliza's shadowed life sparkle too.

"Sir, ma'am, dinner is served," the butler announced.

Eliza, with little appetite, got up from the sofa. "I'm not hungry."

"Still upset about today?" he grabbed her wrist. "Is it just about the painting? Or because it was a gift from David?"

"Casper, you buy your mistress paintings to win her over, and I don't make a fuss. But please, don't blame your actions on me."

She shrugged him off and headed upstairs. It wasn't just anger; it was the constant frustration and unfairness. He and Nova were getting engaged, and had she said anything? He was the epitome of a hypocrite.

Casper barely touched his dinner before heading upstairs to shower. Eliza went to bed early.

After Casper got into bed, his phone buzzed. He glanced at Eliza and answered.

"Hello?"

I absolutely love it. I didn't expect you to buy it for me. I'm

the volume of the loudspeaker, but Eliza felt a pang in her

like it," his tone was gentle, totally different from the arrogance and harshness

bit scared." Suddenly, a noise in the background made Nova scream. "Casper, hurry, I think there's a burglar."

around Casper, and he never seemed to tire of

to go. She watched him

suddenly caressed her head gently. "Go to sleep. I need to step out for a bit." Right. Was this

Casper

his whereabouts through blurry paparazzi

return for three

weekend, Eliza went to the swimming pool alone.

few laps, someone called out to

she looked

her, "Are you here by

"Mm."

venue with the pool's owner, spotting Eliza

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