The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 168

"Rachel, enough. Keen isn't your free pass." Stella's voice turned razor-edged. "If you actually cared, you'd show him how to own his mistakes-not teach him to

hide behind yours."

Everyone watched the scene unfold with no sympathy for Rachel's pitiful act. Instead, they whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with disdain.

If they put themselves in the shoes of those whose costumes were ruined, affecting their performance, they wouldn't be happy either. So her kid's performance matters, but the ones whose costumes she destroyed don't? Since when do other children count less?

That half-assed 'I didn't mean to' doesn't magically fix anything. Does she really believe everyone is a saint?

Rachel, realizing that no one was jumping to her defense or condemning Stella from a moral high ground, grew flustered. What was going on? Why wasn't anyone taking her side?

...

found their way to Keen's dressing room. Keen's eyes

Aunt Callie, what are

deal? We came to cheer you

his chin. "Rachel plays the violin really well. We're definitely going

turned

with a

University. She's made quite a name for herself in the circle. Given time and opportunity,

a sensation. Even though the internet wasn't as prevalent, her name was well-known among the older generation, Deanna included. The elite loved to flaunt their refined tastes; music was a favorite among the wealthy to show off their

some music herself to secure investments and