Three Years Too Late for Sorry，Just in Time for My Freedom novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

When Nicholas and I walked into the party together, the gossiping started up immediately.

They were always talking about me- the trashy girl who somehow landed the golden boy.

Betting on when I’d finally get dumped.

I used to think this was just part of marrying into the Ashford family. So I’d always act like I couldn’t hear them.

But I was over it.

“Oh my God, shut fuck up!”

I stopped dead in my tracks and Nicholas stared at me with confused.

I looked around at every single one of these bitches, meeting their eyes. “You know what? Even a loudmouth has more courage than you. At least they say things to your face. What’s the point of all this chirping and whispering?”

They all looked mortified and quickly walked away.

Nicholas grabbed my arm again, but he sounded really annoyed. “Gabrielle, they’re just talking. Did you have to make such a huge scene?”

When he saw how pissed off I looked, he backed down.

But I knew exactly what he was thinking. The poor girl should just take whatever crap the rich people dish out.

That’s what you get for stepping into their world, right?

We kept walking and I saw Margaret at the entrance with Evangeline right next to her.

They were playing hostess together like some perfect mother-daughter team.

The moment Margaret spotted me, she shot me this disgusted look.

She didn’t even try to hide it from the other guests.

ust started ripping into me immediately. “What took you so long? Do you have any idea how swamped the kitchen is right now? Stop standing there like an diot and go make those dishes!”

Richard had loved some stuff I’d cooked before and wanted it served at his party.

But Margaret had been telling everyone. “Our darling Evangeline made these especially for Grandpa. She put so much thought into making sure you’d enjoy

hem.”

to the person who should be cooking today sure as hell wasn’t me.

ince someone else was already taking credit for my work, I sure as hell wasn’t gonna be some anonymous do-gooder anymore.