Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 770: The curse of beauty

Chapter 770: The curse of beauty

Imagine being in a dress from one of the most sophisticated collections of the season, designed by the most famous designer in the world, and then carrying huge black plastic trash bags. No wonder everyone in the kitchen was frustrated to be wearing their outfits just to work in the kitchen. Penny hadn't felt the frustration until now.

Clang!

The soft noise of the trash bags hitting the large cans echoed in her ears. Penny clicked her tongue, checking her dress to make sure nothing had stained it.

"Lily chose this for me," she muttered. "If this dress gets ruined, she'll be heartbroken."

Penny's eyes snapped up as she thought, "But this dress is mine, right? Even if I tear it apart, it's mine."

Even so, why did it feel like she was sinning if she didn't take care of it?

Thinking about Lily's nagging and reminders, her face soured. She shook her head, telling herself it was better to keep the dress as stain-free as possible. Otherwise, Lily would bombard her with questions. Lily was a bit nosy, so even if Penny put the dress away, it would still be evidence.

"Well." Penny drew a deep breath and turned around, huffing. "I still think the old aunt doesn't like me that much."

With that, Penny shrugged and went back to the kitchen to get the rest of the trash. There was so much of it, and now she had to take out even more. "I'm back..."

Her face deadpanned when she saw additional bags of trash piled up in the corner. Everyone was still busy, but unlike earlier, they were more relaxed.

"There's no way no one else can do this, right?" she breathed out, only to flinch when Mildred suddenly appeared at her side.

"No, no, no one else can do this aside from you."

she turned to face Mildred. "Auntie, what did I do to make

don't hate you." Mildred straightened her back. "But isn't this your first year? As a newcomer, you should be the one doing this. Don't worry. Everyone has done it before, so it's alright. Next year, if you have the guts to attend, then you won't be throwing trash...

speechless, not even wanting to argue, since there was no

Mildred tapped her chin with the back of her hand. "Smile and be grateful. Now,

"Goodness."

"What?"

at her and nodded.

huffed, watching Penny pick up two plastic bags. When Penny straightened up, she flashed Mildred a bright smile before

herself away, some family members couldn't

that?" the young woman from Penny's group earlier repeated to herself. "I

shook their heads, snapping their eyes toward where

to be a lot stricter with her," said the depressed guy. "I wonder what

offend her?" the other man

her. Although we didn't talk much, she doesn't seem like

don't you?"

in Paris," she said in a knowing

peeled

just fetching some ingredients, I'd probably help her. But trash? My mother doesn't even

them, kitchen

P.n

it were once proud young misses and masters in their households, so throwing out trash felt like sinking lower than they already were. Thus, even if they wanted to help Penny, they just

once she's

across the grass. Another woman — the one who had been quiet and almost got into a confrontation earlier — quietly stood