In the past, people would have thought that Kate was being kind with her offer.
But now, they just saw her as a nouveau riche show-off. Every sentence she spoke highlighted how doting Sawyer was toward her.
Who would do that?
George poured his heart out to Rhea, yet she never bragged like this.
"By the way, I'd also like your help choosing a wedding dress." Kate took out her phone.
Valerie finally spoke up. "You're not having a custom dress made?"
Kate shook her head. "No, I'll just buy a ready-made one. Maybe a unique piece from an exclusive designer. Time's too tight for custom."
"What if it doesn't fit?" Valerie asked.
Kate laughed softly. "Sawyer said that there are many famous designers out there. One of their works is bound to fit me."
Evelyn couldn't help rolling her eyes. She felt utterly speechless.
Carolyn looked at Kate. "Then why not just buy a bunch you like and try them all on? Our tastes are different. What we pick might not suit you."
As soon as Carolyn said that, Evelyn silently counted in her mind.
Three…
Two…
One…
Then, Kate chuckled again. "It's okay. Sawyer told me…"
Evelyn immediately covered her ears.
She did it openly, so Kate noticed it. "Evelyn, what are you—"
Evelyn frowned and bluntly said, "Could you stop bringing up your boyfriend every three sentences? You like him fine, but others get tired of hearing it."
"I'm going to the restroom!" Evelyn shot up from her seat, almost dragging the tablecloth with her.
She rushed straight to the restroom, feeling that if she stayed for another second, she might just snap.
Adele followed and grabbed her outside the restroom. "I told you to talk less, remember?"
"Mom, didn't you hear what she said? Who's she showing off to?" Evelyn fumed.
Adele sighed. "Let her show off if she wants. Why do you care? You can show off too! Oh, wait. You don't have a boyfriend."
"...Whose mother are you?" Evelyn muttered.
Adele pinched her. "I'm telling you again—talk less! Otherwise, I'll beat you up!"
"I'm already an adult! You can't beat me anymore!" Evelyn stomped her foot.
"You could be 100 years old, and you'd still be my daughter!" Adele shot back before heading back to the table.

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