Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne chuckled, "A cocktail dress might feel a bit too formal. I think a switch to something more casual could bring a pleasant surprise." Beverley's face turned sour, but with so many eyes on them, she couldn't make a scene. She had to suppress her anger.

Millie pursed her lips, shocked at how easily Roseanne had outshone her.

Nola caught the exchange of looks and smirked, "Some folks really can't tell a diamond from a rhinestone. It's just hilarious!" "Alright, I'll take both of these," she gestured to the sales assistant.

"Of course, just a moment please," the assistant replied with a beaming smile as they processed the payment.

"Anne, shall we head out? Maybe check out another store?"

"Sounds good."

After Nola and Roseanne left, Beverley looked down at her outfit with disdain, wishing she could tear it off and stomp on it!

Remembering standing next to Nola, feeling like a toad beside a swan, her temper flared. She pointed at Millie, "What a disaster! Can't you do anything right? Matching outfits is such a simple task, how can you be so useless?!"

with sorrow, "Ever since I got pregnant, I just don't have the energy. Last night, Alvin was out late for

a deep breath, reminding herself of her grandson to be, and barely managed

sake of

ever fit in with the high society? If I take you out, it's my

fitting in with high society... Did that mean the Sherwood family

best, Beverley," she quickly

scoffed, then

it. To elevate your taste, you need exposure. The more you see, the broader your horizons.

refined conversation, often accompanied by the clinking of fine china and the subtle aroma of teas from around the world. While men had their wines and luxury cars, women in these circles dazzled

years, tea culture

hot

its way into the ladies' circle conversations. Though not everyone attending these gatherings