Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 223

"Do we look alike?" Myra asked herself.

Myra felt a swirl of complicated emotions. Felicia was her biological daughter, no doubt, but that cold, prickly demeanor of hers was hard to warm up to. It was like hugging a cactus. No matter how much Myra tried, Felicia never softened up. Over time, her initial excitement about reuniting with her long-lost daughter cooled. First, it became calm acceptance; now, it bordered on disappointment.

Hearing the maid's cheerful remark, Myra's spirits lifted slightly. She walked over to Felicia, forcing a warm smile. "Why are you back so late? Change into something more appropriate. You can't dress like that tonight." Felicia glanced at her and shrugged. "I'm fine like this."

Her closet had barely been touched in months. The dresses hanging there were ones Myra had picked out when Felicia first moved back home. She had worn two, maybe three, but the rest were still brand new with the tags intact. Myra frowned. "It's your birthday. At least make an effort. What about those dresses I got you before..." She trailed off, realizing mid-sentence that those dresses were already out of style.

Even if Felicia didn't mind, people would talk. They might think the Fuller family's daughter couldn't even afford something new.

After a brief pause, Myra's tone sharpened. "You could've bought something yourself."

Felicia didn't want to argue, but the unfairness of the comment got to her. She glanced up and said, "Did Kayla buy her own dress?"

delivered directly by the brand. And her custom heels? They were designed by a designer Myra hired. Felicia didn't

Felicia when planning things, but Felicia's cold attitude and her refusal to even call

past her without another word, heading straight for the buffet table. She was hungry, and eating sounded way

maid leaned closer to Myra, her voice soft and consoling. "Mrs. Fuller, don't take it to heart. Ms. Felicia is your daughter. Mothers and daughters

celebrate both Felicia and Kayla, but it was

quietly by herself, Kayla was surrounded by

every

bit of admiration went

vel

smiles for her. The guests, who didn't even realize

didn't spare her a

her hands and turned around. She spotted

I got you?" he said, extending his hand. Felicia blinked at him, caught off guard. "I have

a necklace. Its pendant was a small, intricate globe designed