Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2052

The Holders were known for their striking good looks, and Linda, the petite princess of the family, was no exception. Dressed in a shimmering gown, she glowed with an added brilliance.

Evelyn gasped in admiration, "Wow, you look stunning!"

Amiee, with a sly smile curling her lips, glanced out the window, her thoughts unreadable.

Linda, holding up her dress hem, strutted over with the pride of a peacock. "Welcome to my dinner party, everyone!"

Sylvia offered a gentle smile. "Thank you for your generous hospitality, Miss Linda!"

Linda tilted her chin up a notch. "And where might Estelle be? Has she not arrived yet? Is she still choosing her dress? If she needs one, I could lend her a gown!"

Amiee cast a sharp glance in Linda's direction.

Sylvia's smile remained, but her voice softened even more. "That's very kind of you, but there's no need. Estelle wouldn't fit into your gowns; she's not as petite!"

Evelyn burst into laughter at Sylvia's remark.

Even Josiah, who had been fuming, couldn't help but show a full set of molars with his grin.

Linda's face darkened. "Are you mocking me?"

"Not in the slightest," Sylvia replied innocently. "I'm merely stating a fact—Estelle truly wouldn't fit into your gowns!"

With that, Linda stormed off with a huff.

Evelyn covertly gave Sylvia a thumbs up. "Well played!"

"Not everyone can hold a candle to Estelle!" Sylvia said with a laugh.

Evelyn snorted. "I actually complimented Linda earlier. I must have been blind!"

As they exchanged pleasantries, Linda sat seething at the head of the table, convinced they were gossiping about her, which only fueled her anger.

She called over a servant. "Why hasn't Estelle shown up yet?"

She was eager to outshine that woman and leave her and her friends embarrassed to stay at the manor.

Glancing at the heels on her feet, she ordered her maid, "Find me a taller pair of shoes!"

Lambert watched from the sidelines, his brown eyes darkening with depth and a touch of brooding.

Linda stood up, surprised by the man beside Estelle, her expression flitting from admiration to astonishment, and then turning to Lambert.

Lambert's gaze was fixed solely on Estelle.

As Linda approached Estelle, she stumbled, the heels too tall, the dress hem too long, and she fell to the ground.

The room fell silent.

Jonathan remarked dryly, "Miss Linda seems to be following in Mr. Brennan's footsteps with such a display of grace. The Brennan family's etiquette is indeed remarkable."

Lambert's handsome face was thunderous.

Taking a deep breath, he ignored the disheveled Linda and approached Estelle. "Is your wound alright?"

Before Estelle could reply, Jonathan interjected with irritation, "Mr. Brennan, your fiancée personally extended the invitation. My wife is doing her the courtesy of attending!"