Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 286

Donna glanced reluctantly at the emerald brooch, keeping up her pitiful act. "Morgan is really nice to you. I wish I had a big brother like him." she sighed.

Yasmine chuckled, "Well, you might just have to keep dreaming because your mom can't exactly conjure up a brother for you. Unless, maybe your dad..." She paused for effect. "Just kidding."

Donna's temples throbbed as she fumed internally, 'How could she speak about my father like that? She never used to be like this, but she'll regret it soon.

While Donna was checking out the jewelry, Yasmine slipped into the fitting room to examine her dress. The seam on the back waistline was coming undone. It was fine for now, but in another thirty minutes, it would split open, leaving her utterly mortified. Quickly, she grabbed another dress with a similar pattern, thinking back to how she had just made Donna You get what you give, she thought.

The designer dress lay discarded on the side, and Donna gazed at it, full of envy.

"Do you want to try it on?" Yasmine asked out of the blue, already knowing what Donna was thinking.

ange earlier.

Donna lit up with excitement. The dress was tailored and much prettier than the one she had on. "Can I try it on?" she asked eagerly.

"Go ahead," Yasmine said, tossing the dress over to her.

Donna couldn't wait to put on the dress. She admired herself in the mirror, thinking she looked more beautiful by the second. She thought, 'After all, how could Yasmine outshine me in such a dress?'

The Starlight Stage was the largest theater in Marineville, and Brielle was a celebrated actress. Every performance of his was a full house, with not a single empty seat. Securing a box seat ticket was no small feat.

As they entered the private box, Yasmine realized why Donna had gone through so much hassle. Inside, apart from the two of them, was another person-Caleb Mayfield. He was the same guy she had met at the Sanchez residence, the sole heir of the Mayfield family. "Ms. Sanchez, here we are again," Caleb said, standing up and extending his hand for a handshake.

Yasmine shot him a cold glance, "Hello, Mr. Caleb," she thought, If I had known he would be here, I wouldn't have come.

Yasmine admired the performance; everyone in Soucrity praised Brielle's work. She wanted to enjoy it quietly, but the other two in the box seemed to have other plans.

"Caleb, give this a try," Donna said, placing a pastry in front of him with a shy smile. She didn't forget to turn to Yasmine "Yasmine, you should have some too."

she noticed Caleb's expression darken.

gleam in his eye, almost voicing the dirty thoughts running through his

Yasmine wasn't reacting, which annoyed her a bit. After all, she had set up this whole stage for her today. Filled with excitement, she got up and moved over to Yasmine. Yasmine, why aren't you chatting with Caleb?" "There's really nothing to say. If you brought me here just to see Caleb, then count me

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turned cold, "Who

Don't act like you don't know what Aunt Ivette means. We both know it. You're a divorced woman; you're lucky I'm

don't take Caleb's words too seriously. He was just

of worrying about me, maybe you should take a good look in the

something was wrong. A chill ran down her spine

glare at Yasmine,

steps when she twisted her ankle and nearly fell. Caleb was quick to catch her, steadying her. "Here, let me," he said, draping his

keep Yasmine company," she said, her

over Caleb's eyes.

door closed behind her,

inched closer to Yasmine, accidentally brushing against her hand. "Yasmine," he started, "as a grown-up, you have to know what Aunt Ivette is suggesting, right?" "And what is that supposed to mean?" Yasmine retorted with

matchmaker with us. Surely, you picked up

things out with

challenged, inching even closer to Yasmine, and almost draping his hand over her arm. "Why not spend some time with me and see where

snarled, "Don't be so ungrateful. A woman who's been married should be appreciative when a man shows interest. If I were you, I'd feel lucky." Yasmine jerked her hand

designed to keep the concert hall quiet with special soundproof materials. Once the door was shut tight, only a huge racket would penetrate the walls.

of the attendants outside the box dared to enter. The manager just gave a dismissive glance, saying, "Get back to work, why are you standing around? Quickly, the attendants dispersed. Inside the box, Yasmine, still rattled, looked at Caleb sprawled on the floor, with

they both asked in unison, surprised

a cold stare. "Who

"He's from the Mayfield