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."

what are you afraid of? If she dares to mess with you, we'll teach her a lesson." Hannah was the first to jump to her feet. eager to play the role

a simple paper cup filled with water sat, her disdainful eyes narrowing. She sneered, "Well, well, isn't that the Hastings family's small adopted daughter? You haven't even ordered anything and you're

to face them. The word

heiress. To avoid causing any hard feelings or discomfort for Emily, they introduced Ophelia as the adopted daughter,

Hannah scoffed, "I don't know what kind of dirty tricks you pulled to weasel your way into the Hastings family, but don't think for a second that 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 revenge on Ophelia.

Sporting her here felt

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 family, Hannah thought smugly. "Lies she really think

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 Emily? Just

Emily, her gaze sharp and unwavering, as if

discomfort. Lately, she kept feeling that

just blunt, no harm intended. Why don't you join us

think someone vi poor deserves to be in a place like this? She probably

spread like wildfire, with whispers

these days, someone muttered under their breath, "so vain. If

a joke, another

She smirked internally, thinking. She should 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

take home. You don't have to go hungry" Emily pressed on, her tone

almost angelic, but Ophelia caught the patronizing note in her voice, a sound she had

you never learn, do you?" the replied,

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

froze, her earlier confidence crumbling into awkward confusion. For a brief moment, she was rendered speechless and a flicker of recognition crossed

disbelief, "Wait, you bought all that?" she stammered, unable to wrap her head around what was happening. How could a girl kicked out of the Hastings family afford anything in a Michelin star restaurant? These desserts

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

cheeks