Three days whizzed by, and Lizetta was preupied with dance rehearsals. and choreography,


    preparation for auditions, and side gigs here and there, leaving her to crash into bed for merely five or


    six hours a day.


    That noon, after checking in on Thaddeus, she was stopped by Tina as she left the hospital.


    Tina hade to drop off an invitation and a gown for the evening’s


    –


    shindig a farewell dinner the Hawthorne family was throwing for Evelina.


    “This gown was a treasured piece from the olddy’s collection. If she were still with us, she would


    have been delighted to see you wear it,” Tina said, and Lizetta, running her fingers over the gown,


    looked wistful, filled with longing and memories.


    Rachel had a soft spot for Lizetta. When she passed away, Lizetta was still the Hawthorne family’s


    golden girl, and that made Rachel the most loving granny


    in her heart.


    Lizetta agreed, but upon entering the venue in that gown that evening, she could tell something was


    off.


    She had unwittingly chosen a dress identical to that of the evening’s main character, Evelina.


    Evelina wore a dark green, V–neck, velvet mermaid dress that entuated her slim figure,


    complemented with a ruby ne that radiated grace and elegance.


    Lizetta’s gown, while identical in material and color, featured an intricate ruffled neckline, which seemed


    overly cumbersome.


    Lizetta’s figure, demeanor, and beauty were evident, and the gown did not look bad on her. But next to


    Evelina, her dress–from style to taste–seemed hopelessly outdated.


    “Pfft, what’s she wearing? Some kind of ancient relic?”


    “A faux heiress remains a faux heiress. Even after years with the Dashiell


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    family, a sparrow doesn’t be a phoenix.”


    “Today is Eve’s spotlight. Who’s she trying to impress by dress–shing? It’s like she’s trying to


    embarrass Eve, but, bless her, she just ended up being the joke of the night. Hrious!”


    The moment Lizetta walked in, the ce was buzzing with snickers and gossip.


    Of course, Evelina heard of it. She smiled, sauntered over to Lizetta, and took her arm through hers.


    “Sis, what brings you here? Ah, my bad–I’m thrilled you could make it.”


    Everyone was paying attention to the exchange, and Evelina’s words only made them look down on


    Lizetta even more.


    So, it turned out she hadn’t even been invited–how shameless she was!


    ra noticed themotion too and was about to butt in when the entrance stirred up a new frenzy.


    “Gosh, it’s Mr. Dashiell! Mr. Dashiell actually showed up–guess the rumors with Ms. Hawthorne are


    true!”


    “So handsome, what a presence! He and Ms. Hawthorne are just perfect for each other–such a match


    made in heaven!”


    The murmuring surged once again.


    The Hawthorne family and the Dashiell family were not of the same social ss; there was quite a gap.


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    Lizetta’s marriage to Remington was a secret one, hence no one here really knew she was the faux


    golden girl turned Mrs. Dashiell.


    Overhearing the snide remarks, Lizetta turned to see a tall, dapper man in a sharp, dark grey suit


    approach, while Evelina had already let go of Lizetta, joyfully going to greet him.


    “Remi, you finally made it! We’ve all been waiting for you to start the feast.”


    Then, out of the blue, all the lights went out, and a spotlight hit Evelina and the


    man in front of her.


    With music swelling up, Evelina reached out her hand, bending her knees slightly in a yful invitation


    to dance.


    “Mr. Dashiell, may I have the honor of a dance?”


    Cheers filled the air, and Lizetta, jostled by someone, stumbled to the side, her side mming into the


    edge of a table, a sharp pang shooting through her.


    Tears of pain welled up in her eyes, and as she looked up, her vision blurred with the sight of the man


    and woman dancing gracefully among the crowd.


    It must be the pain, she thought, as she turned away and fled the scene, hurrying into the restroom.


    But she hadn’t expected that even there, someone wouldn’t give her a break.


    ra followed, frowning, “Lizetta! Who allowed you toe here, dressing like that? Who are you


    trying to outshine, and who are you trying to embarrass? It’s not right for you to be here. Leave, now!”


    “I came with an invitation, and Tina brought me this dress, saying if granny were alive, she’d want me


    here,” Lizetta exined.


    But ra cut her off, furious, “What granny? That’s Eve’s granny, not yours! Tina retired from our house


    last month. You’re just a web of lies! After all these years, must you still take what’s Eve’s?”


    Lizetta pressed her lips together, fully aware this was all Evelina’s doing.


    If Tina hadn’t deliberately brought up Rachel, striking at Lizetta’s soft spot, she wouldn’t havee at


    all.