Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

After dropping Millie off at school, Beverley reminded her to stay safe and watch out for her tummy before instructing the driver, "Let's head back." "Of course, ma'am."

Seated in the back, Beverley glanced at the hideously ugly scarf beside her and couldn't help but grimace.

The more she looked at it, the less she liked it, promptly tossing it under the seat as if it were something revolting.

Thinking of Millie, Beverley sighed. Her looks were average, and her manners lacked grace. To put it nicely, she was a "plain Jane"; to be blunt, she was "petty." Her gaze inadvertently fell back on the scarf-

Hot pink, both tacky and outdated, no fancy packaging could save its inherent shoddiness.

She had to admit, coming from a humble background did have its limitations.

Recalling the gifts Roseanne used to give her-silk scarves, jewelry, handbags, each item exquisite and perfectly suited for her, it was clear they were chosen with care... With that thought, Beverley mentally scoffed!

Why was she even thinking about that unfortunate thing?!

...

"Ma'am, we're home."

entered, Hertha greeted her, eyeing the elegantly wrapped box

a hot pink scarf with uneven stitches that fell

is this from, and you're telling

fingers, which seemed completely

encounter with a

with the hot pink? Even the family dog would be startled

from your brother's girlfriend. She said something about a handmade gift being more meaningful. I think she's just too stingy to spend money using this

my grandchild, why would I ever accept such an ugly

she wore

mostly custom-made or at least designer. How could such

she's pregnant

marry into their wealthy family. Beverley shared, "I only found out today. If she hadn't called me, I'd

she

Beverley nodded, puzzled.

about it. Why would she bypass my brother and come directly to you?"

the child, and she decided