The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 205

Chapter 205 You'll Have To

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Rosie and Brenna were the only Harpers at home for lunch, as the rest of the family was still out, leaving them alone except for the servants.

Rosie handled her utensils with elegance, embodying the demeanor expected of someone from a distinguished family. She sat upright and couldn't help but look down on Brenna's more relaxed dining style, considering it unsuitable for someone of her status. Rosie thought such behavior at Brenna's birthday banquet would surely be a topic of mockery.

After finishing her lunch with grace and efficiency, Rosie felt a slight itch at the back of her neck. It was a small irritation, nothing that seemed concerning.

She expressed her annoyance about the household staff. "Why are there still mosquitoes in here? The staff are really neglecting their duties."

She was certain that the M&G brand dress she was wearing had been meant for Brenna. Since she trusted that Brenna wouldn't have tampered with it, she had put it on without a second thought. She never even considered the chance of a mango allergy.

Brenna showed little interest in interacting with Rosie, merely offering a brief, indifferent look before she and Ellie went upstairs. The birthday party was fully organized by Julia, requiring no effort from Brenna.

Meanwhile, Rosie felt slighted seeing Brenna walk away without saying anything to her, which stirred a mix of

discomfort and irritation within her.

The itch on her neck intensified, leading her to scratch her skin aggressively. The irritation spread quickly, and upon looking at herself in a mirror in the living room, she was shocked to see her neck red and swollen.

hit her-it was a mango

her breath shallow as she gasped for

and rushed to Rosie's

Rosie grew furious. This

allergic reaction to mango..." she managed to utter, the symptoms worsening rapidly as

caught off guard, quickly called for an

frustrated by her repeated failed attempts to undermine Brenna.

remained in her room, indifferent to the

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life but still managed to make a call. "If you don't

three in the afternoon, the makeup artist arrived at the Harper

clad in a bright floral shirt, Bermuda shorts, and a trendy headscarf, radiating a

Miss Harper here? I've come to do her makeup,"