Frank had no idea that Winter was miserable that Aria stole her beloved.

He merely presumed that his drunken fumble made things awkward between Winter and Aria, and he certainly had no words of comfort for that.

As such, his frustration only grew as he listened to Winter's sobs.

Beside him, Aria was hovering around him, placing food on his plate while sliding pointed glances at the direction in which Winter left.

She could not help it—Frank was as rich as he was successful, and Winter could not blame anyone that he was taken since she did not seize him.

-

Henry Lane's funeral was held the next day.

Vicky called early in the morning to inform Frank that she was busy and that he should attend as Grande Pharma's representative.

Frank did not dwell on it and drove Aria to Grande Square to pick out a couple of dresses suitable for the funeral.

all and dragged Winter across every specialty store before finally picking a black dress tailored by a famous designer

told

to mention that

left, they ran into Jean

"So that's how it's

bosom as she snorted. "Who Frank

face and leveled a stern look at

a sword, Aria stepped

Do you really think you can face Winter

glowered as Jean

around? That's slander!" she snapped before suddenly smiling. "What, so you're both jealous? You and Winter kept calling me bestie,

as she was poor in verbal fencing and simply strode up to slap Aria resoundingly across her

We've seen your true colors now," Jean growled under her

was left clutching her face,

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