The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 581

Even Celia, who'd been unimpressed at first, couldn't help but widen her eyes- the fabrics and dresses were just too exquisite. She found herself unable to look away.

"So shallow," she muttered under her breath. "A few nice things, and everyone's completely won over."

Hawthorne gave a nod for the staff to open the remaining boxes, but Chris had already lost interest. He was worried that Hawthorne would pull out something even more dazzling to make the women—and his great-grandfather-lose their heads and start siding with him.

"These are my personal treasures, along with silks from the south-each with a heritage stretching back centuries," Hawthorne explained. “I doubt anything less would pass muster with you, Mrs. Langford, or with you, Grandfather. Do these meet your standards?"

He knew that if he wanted to impress Victoria and Thorpe, he'd have to put in real effort. He was confident these gifts would do the trick.

"Oh, yes of course they do!" Thorpe grinned so widely that the wrinkles on his face had all but disappeared; a fly could've gotten stuck between the folds.

and during her one year of work, it was all business attire. Then she'd gotten pregnant, which meant maternity clothes, and after becoming a mother, it was always practical and proper-suits or casual wear. Skirts were rare; heels,

of fitted dresses sent for Gwyneth, one was clearly full of more mature styles in darker colors-meant for someone Victoria's age. Hawthorne had obviously picked out a whole box

he tricked their eldest sister into leaving too. Not that any of this impressed her—at least, that's what she told herself. But her gaze kept drifting back to those dresses.

man pulled out a set of keys and handed them to Hawthorne. "I've kept this house ready for Gwyn all these years, just waiting for the right

But for the Langfords, finding a house was never a problem, and there was no rush. Besides, it would

old man had given them a house, Victoria quietly slipped

of keys back into her purse, then presented Hawthorne with

"Gwyn loves cars-especially riding

keys to ten of

to start

refined manners and southern upbringing, didn't seem the type to go joyriding or race cars, and Victoria was a

the keys without a