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.

than witnessing the downfall of people you held a grudge against? Nothing could

when Rochelle overheard the hushed snickers and teasing remarks about them. She couldn't

exact revenge on Elisa and Bella for their

sprucing up, Rochelle and

confident, but no one seemed to give a second thought

engrossed in their circles or

course shifted. Subsequently, several folks strolled over

social groove, too, leaving Rochelle standing

unfazed, but her heart raced beneath that calm exterior. To Rochelle's surprise, a

"Excuse me?"

someone might be asking her to dance. Her eyes lit up as she turned

and behold, it was

before she playfully flicked her hair, pulling

she saw him, she couldn't help but

stuck with Paul, that never-do-good

Gareth's background and found he was

had, in fact, plotted to