We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Chapter 1862 Getting Hit On?

Her intricate makeup had smudged beyond recognition, and the once-impeccable dress was now a crumpled and stained disappointment, a cringe-worthy disaster.

The pair planned quietly slipping away to their room and salvaging their disheveled appearances. In fact, with the party in full swing, everyone was lost in the revelry and paying no attention to Paul and Rochelle. However, with her sharp eyes, Bella caught a glimpse of them.

Following customary routine, it was Bella's moment to take the stage right after Elisa's introductory speech.

Wearing her signature smile, she stepped forward, exchanging pleasantries and paying homage to her mentor, Elisa.

Then, with a playful glint in her eye, she looked at a nondescript corner of the room and exclaimed, "Uh... Is that Mr. Mazel and Ms. Matterson? Oh, dear! What happened?! How did you end up like this?"

Bella's cue prompted everyone to turn their heads in the indicated direction, exposing the unkempt duo. Rochelle couldn't help but wish the ground would instantly swallow her.

Unfortunately, their discomfort escalated when the lighting technician mistook them for VIPs and directed the spotlight at them.

This only intensified Paul and Rochelle's embarrassment, making them wish to vanish—much like ostriches burying their heads.

Luckily, Bella 'graciously' spared them further embarrassment and had her assistant guide them to their room for a quick touch-up.

At first, the onlookers held back their laughter. Still, their hilarity burst out uncontrollably when the duo left the hall.

you held a grudge against? Nothing could match the thrill of seeing two

hadn't gone too far when Rochelle overheard the hushed snickers and teasing remarks about them. She couldn't help it; she clenched her fist, and

revenge on Elisa and Bella for their

up, Rochelle and

confident, but no one seemed to give a second thought to Paul and

in their circles

that didn't come about until the course shifted. Subsequently, several folks strolled over and started

too, leaving Rochelle standing there, feeling out of place and

the wine glass, acting all cool and unfazed, but her heart raced beneath

"Excuse me?"

dance. Her eyes lit

and behold, it was

had a moment of surprise before she playfully flicked her hair, pulling off

radar since the beginning. The minute she saw him, she couldn't help but feel envious that Elisa

she was stuck with Paul, that never-do-good and disgusting

background and found he was leagues ahead of Paul in

fact, plotted to steal Gareth from