Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 15

Chapter 15

Emily couldn't help basking in the envious glances of the other girls. A deep sense of satisfaction filled her as she looked at their expressions

"Thank you, Miles," she said with a sweet smile. Normally, she would've leaned up and kissed him lightly on the cheek, but ever since she met Kenneth, Miles no longer seemed like the ultimate catch to her. She thought, 'If it were Kenneth, he wouldn't just book one floor.

"TII leave you ladies to chat. I have to go see a client," Miles said as he nodded to the group and made his way out.

Emily nodded. "Alright."

Once he was gone, Hannah suggested, "Why don't we hit the shops later? I heard La Reverie just opened a store in Paralet Shopping Center. It's their very first flagship, apparently. Emily, want to check it out?" Although Emily had already secured a blush pink gown from Heather months ago and even received another gown from Nathan, the mention of La Reverie immediately brought her back to the charity auction. She couldn't help but think that if she could host her birthday party at Everland Hotel, dressed in a La Reverie gown, it might be just what she needed to shift public opinion back in her favor. "Sounds good. Let's go take a look later," Emily agreed.

Hannah suddenly pointed toward a girl sitting nearby. "Hey, do you see that black gown over there? It's stunning. We should get one like that."

The black gown indeed looked incredible, making the girl's skin seem to glow with a delicate radiance.

"It's nice, but black makes me look old," Willow said, shaking her head.

think you'd look gorgeous in anything, Willow," Emily replied with a polite smile. But the moment her eyes landed on the girl in the black gown, her smile froze.

"What's wrong, Emily Hannah and Willow followed her gaze and saw the girl standing up. Her face was strikingly beautiful, with delicate, refined features. It was Ophelia After a moment of awkward silence, Willow was the first to put two and two together. "Isn't that the girl your family adopted. not too long ago?"

Hannah's eyes lit up with recognition. "Oh, it's her. The one who pushed Emily into the pool, right?"

Emily lowered her head, her voice soft. "Are you all finished? Maybe we should go."

to jump to her feet. eager to play the role of Emily's protector. Although Emily wore a worried expression, she didn't try to stop them. Instead, she trailed behind the two

a simple paper cup filled with water sat, her disdainful eyes narrowing. She sneered, "Well, well, isn't that the Hastings family's

slowly turning around to face them. The word 'adopted hung in her

returned to the Hastings family, Owen had insisted that Emily remain the family's heiress. To avoid causing any hard feelings or

makes you anything more than a nobody. You think

out of the Hastings household, there hadn't been an opportunity-until now Sporting her here felt like a stroke of luck to Hannal, and

to stay in the gutter where you poor people belong. Otherwise, you're not walking out of here today." "This restaurant is owned by

looked at the group, her eyes cool and detached, as if she were staring at something insignificant. They're being used by Emily and don't even realize it,

demand for her to apologize Why do people always expect me to apologize to Emily? Just because she plays the

sharp and unwavering, as if she could see right

split second, Ermily felt a shiver of discomfort. Lately, she kept feeling

harm intended. Why don't you join us instead Order whatever

like this? She probably fainted when she saw the prices on the menu, Hannah sneered, her

like wildfire, with whispers and giggles rising from the surrounding

their breath, "so vain. If you can't afford

joke, another voice chimed

A girl from the slums, thinking she can compete with me? Pathetic. I bet that old man in Rosewood Manor has

to take home. You don't have to go hungry" Emily pressed on, her tone filled with insincere concern, as if she were offering

sound

smile tugged at the corner of Ophelia's lips. "Emily, you never learn, do you?" the replied, her voice low

carrying a tray of carefully wrapped desserts "Miss Spencer, here's your order," he said respectfully, handing her the boxes. Suddenly, the

froze, her earlier confidence crumbling into awkward confusion. For a brief moment, she was rendered

a girl kicked out of the Hastings family afford anything in a Michelin star

face turned an unattractive shade of red, the memory of her earlier ridicule now a painful slap across

cheeks