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."

you, we'll teach her a lesson." Hannah was the first to jump to her feet. eager to play the role of Emily's protector. Although Emily wore a

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 leaving now? What, couldn't afford anything more than a glass of

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

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 she was their real flesh

arms, 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

an opportunity-until now Sporting her

promise to stay in the gutter where you poor people belong. Otherwise, you're not walking out of here

looked at the group, her eyes cool and detached, as if she were staring

me

her gaze sharp and unwavering, as

Ermily felt a shiver of discomfort. Lately, she

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

Do you really think someone vi poor deserves to be in a place like this? She probably fainted when she saw the prices on the menu, Hannah sneered, her wice loud enough to draw

spread like wildfire, with whispers and giggles

days, someone muttered under their breath, "so vain. If you can't afford

What a joke, another voice

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

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

the patronizing note in her voice, a sound she had heard all too often in her last life.

Ophelia's lips. "Emily, you never learn, do you?" the replied,

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

were. The prices weren't for the faint of heart Emily's face froze, her earlier confidence crumbling into awkward confusion. For a brief moment, she was rendered speechless and a flicker of recognition crossed her mind-this

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 alone cost more

unattractive shade of red, the memory of her earlier ridicule

cheeks