Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 91

"There's no reason!" Cameron snapped, brushing off any explanation.

Nellie's nails nearly dug into her skin. "Is it because Greta's going to the ball with you?"

Cameron flinched, caught off guard for a split second, but he quickly regained his cool. "Nellie, for an event like that, your sister is just more fitting."

Nellie clenched her fists tight. To Cameron, she seemed forever stamped as someone lacking depth and pedigree. She would always be someone without a proper background or education.

Even as a world-renowned fashion designer now known as Miss Nathalie, Cameron's bias still tapped into her old insecurities that bubbled beneath the surface.

Fueled by defiance, she reassured herself. 'It's his loss, Nellie. It's not that you're not worth it. It's his poor judgment.'

gracefully toward Cameron. With a piercing look, she challenged him, "Is it really because Greta's more suitable

couldn't quite hold her stare. "What else could it

scoffed. "Cameron, if you already planned on taking Greta, why did you drag me into this mess

in headlights. Facing the fire in

about what happened with your mom yesterday. I wanted to make it up to you by inviting you to the ball... But your sister wanted to go too, and you know, she's now a fashion designer. The people at the ball could be important clients for her. I figured

kind that

her laughter. "Nellie, I know I've messed up. How about I give you some money to go shopping? Maybe that'll make you feel better?"

The guests were power players from elite circles. Cameron, being a junior, had to toast with them and inevitably got tipsy, thanks to his low tolerance. Nellie had to step in, drink after drink, to keep the business relations smooth. She ended up with a stomach ulcer and almost died. It took forever for

never

Nellie's eyes always seemed too intense, full of

front of him, Nellie casually peeled off her gown and tossed it in the trash. "You really are something, Cameron. You planned to take two women to a ball... What you think is making amends feels like an

frowned. "I