Celestine closed the door behind her and stopped dead in her tracks. Confusion was written all over her face as Lola’s voice echoed in her head.
"Call me Lola."
Celestine’s brows slowly shot up before her lips curved into a smile. A light chuckle escaped her as she touched her head.
"Oh, my goodness," she whispered, shaking her head. "And here I thought there were no more surprises left from her."
The smile lines on her face slowly faded as she recalled the smirk plastered on Lola’s face—the one she’d given Celestine before leaving. It wasn’t just a polite parting smile; it was a look full of meaning.
"So that’s why she sided with Melissa," she hummed, satisfaction lacing her tone as she resumed walking. Another wave of laughter escaped her, genuine this time, at the show she hadn’t realized she was part of.
Now, everything seemed to make sense to Celestine. Every single thing became clear without further explanation. After all, even when she once said Melissa worked hard to build a bridge with the Bennets, a part of her had always believed it was mostly luck.
Even Celestine would have to pull strings and exhaust her resources to enter the Bennets’ circle. And yet, Melissa had done so with nothing to her name. Now it made sense. It was neither luck nor effort.
Just like how Lola used that minor incident during the tea party to sow discord between Melissa and Anne, nothing had been a coincidence. Everything was deliberate. And realizing that made Celestine equally amused and wary.
She sat in the living area of her mansion, leaning comfortably as she pondered the Youngs’ situation.
"Lola Young..." she murmured, tapping her fingers on the armrest. "The true heiress of the Alberts. Surely, unlike Melissa—who was raised by a mistress and an insecure man—Loren’s teachings must’ve stuck with her."
Satisfied and impressed, the corner of her mouth lifted into a smirk. A glint flickered in her eyes as she finally understood Lola’s intention behind revealing that sneaky little secret.
"She’s making me choose whose side I’ll be on, huh?" Celestine chuckled softly. "Oh, I don’t like Lola Young at all."
After all, it had been a long time since anyone had challenged her like this. It had been a while since someone gave her an option with no middle ground. But at the same time, this challenge was amusing in its own way.
"Madam," a maid suddenly approached, holding out a wireless telephone. "It’s the young master of the main branch."
"Oh?" Celestine’s eyes lit up with interest. She took the phone, waved the maid off, and pressed it to her ear. "Derek, my dear, how have you been?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
"Auntie!" Derek’s cheerful voice rang through the receiver. "I heard Melissa took Mrs. Bennet to your tea party. I just called to ask how it went!"
Her smile widened. "It was... interesting."
Now she understood why Lola had used that exact word. Because indeed, Lola had just made things even more interesting.
"I’m excited, actually," Celestine added with a hum. "It’s been a while since I’ve been this satisfied."
"Hehe. Good, good!" Derek laughed. "Melissa worked hard to invite Mrs. Bennet to that tea party."
"Oh? I’m sure she did."
"Of course! Melissa has always looked up to you, Auntie! She was so happy when you invited her. Now she’s proving her worth."
Celestine tilted her head, listening to her nephew’s praises—so sweet even the angels would be ashamed of their voices. Propping her elbow on the armrest, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger.
"Derek, your engagement is in a few days. I know you like Melissa very much, but as your aunt, I have to ask because no one else will," she cooed, her tone soft but deliberate. "My dear, are you sure about Melissa Young?"
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