Evening.
Eunice tapped lightly on Rosemary’s door, personally delivering a gown for the night’s event.
"Tonight’s Arlen’s birthday bash. Bard’s tied up with work, so it’s just us."
"This is your dress. We’ll head out in thirty minutes."
After descending the stairs, Eunice slipped into a stunning red evening gown made of silk velvet—both warm and luxurious. Her chic bob made her look elegant and poised, complemented by dazzling earrings and a radiant necklace.
Rosemary, dressed and ready, saw Eunice from a distance, looking effortlessly graceful. Naturally beautiful, Rosemary looked even more majestic with the right touch of jewels.
"You’re all set?" Eunice, upon hearing Rosemary’s footsteps, turned with a smile full of admiration and approval.
"Lovely, you look stunning."
The dress she had chosen for Rosemary was both elegant and stylish, predominantly in a pale lilac hue. With her hair done up in a simple bun, she exuded an air of cool grace and nobility—like a fairy straight out of an enchanted realm.
Not everyone could pull off such a style and color, but Rosemary did so effortlessly.
"The lining of your dress is insulated. With the car and Arlen’s place heated, you won’t be cold," Eunice said gently. "Tonight, I’ll say this upfront: if anything happens, just make sure you’re safe."
Rosemary sensed this was no ordinary gathering and lifted her gaze to ask, "And what about you, Aunt Eunice?"
"If I wasn’t confident, I wouldn’t be going," Eunice replied with a confident laugh, her red lips curving into a striking smile.
Just then.
A person stepped out of a car at the villa’s entrance. The security guard recognized her immediately, his surprise evident.
"Miss Serena, what brings you here?"
"Why, shouldn’t I come?"
Today, Serena was dressed in a chic Chanel tweed suit, radiating poise and beauty. Despite taking a beating the night before and fiercely protecting her face, there was not a mark to be seen—although only she knew the extent of her pain.
During her bath, she had seen countless bruises on her body—hardly an inch was spared.
"No, no, of course, you’re welcome here, Miss Serena. Not just Mr. Griffith and his wife, but I’m delighted too. But Mr. Griffith’s abroad right now; I’ll let Mrs. Griffith know."
"No need for that. I want to surprise Aunt Eunice. Open up, will you?" Serena maintained her composure despite the pain, keeping up the smile of a well-bred lady. "I’ve brought some gifts in my car—have someone help me with them later."
"You are always so thoughtful, always bringing gifts for them."
"You’ll get your share too."
Before arriving, Serena had pondered over the situation. Rosemary had likely arrived at their uncle’s house first and might have won over the servants.
She couldn’t be upstaged!
"We get a share too?" the guard exclaimed joyfully. "Thanks on behalf of everyone."
As the gates opened, Serena strolled in with an air of nonchalance.
A few servants were cleaning the fountain in the garden.
"Have you heard? Yesterday, a naive rich girl offended Mrs. Griffith on Style Plaza. Mrs. Griffith ordered that no shops should sell anything to her."
"Is that so? Who would be so clueless to upset Mrs. Griffith? That’s just asking for trouble."
"Exactly. Someone probably spoiled at home, thinking the world should revolve around them, not knowing whose territory this is!"
"She’s probably not from around here. Who else would have the gall to step forward—especially when Mrs. Griffith was out shopping with her niece yesterday, in high spirits—only for someone to act foolish in front of her? Of course, she had to set them straight."
"I wonder who this unfortunate rich lady is. The story’s all over the place now, and it might be tough for her to get married after this."
Serena clenched her fists involuntarily.
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