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."

play

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

face them. The word 'adopted hung in her mind, stirring

had almost forgotten that when she first returned to the Hastings family, Owen had insisted that Emily remain the family's heiress. To avoid causing any hard feelings or discomfort for Emily, they introduced Ophelia as the adopted daughter, even though

it makes you anything more than a nobody. You think you can just waltz in and bully Emily What a joke From the moment Hannalt heard about the pool incident, she'd been itching to take

Sporting her

Hannah demanded, her voice full of self-righteous fury. "Admit you tried to steal her place and promise to stay in the gutter where you poor people belong. Otherwise, you're not walking out of here today." "This restaurant is owned by my

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

me to apologize to

landed on Emily, her gaze sharp and unwavering, as if she could see right through

shiver of discomfort. Lately, she kept feeling that Ophelia seemed way

She's just blunt, no harm intended. Why don't you join us instead Order whatever you like, it's on

She probably fainted when she saw the prices on

mockery spread like wildfire, with whispers and giggles rising from the surrounding

breath, "so vain. If

What a joke, another voice

really know her place A girl from the slums, thinking she can compete with me? Pathetic. I bet that old man in Rosewood Manor has cut her off. What a disgrace, coming to a restaurant and only

me what you wanna eat. Let me order something for you to take home. You don't have to go hungry" Emily pressed on, her tone filled with insincere concern, as if she were offering scraps to

her voice, a sound she had heard all too often in her last

corner of Ophelia's lips. "Emily, you never learn, do you?"

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

and looked as expensive as they were. The prices weren't for the faint of heart Emily's face froze, her earlier confidence crumbling into awkward confusion. For a brief

stammered, unable to wrap her head around what was happening. How could a girl kicked out of

the memory of her earlier ridicule now a painful slap

cheeks