She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 33

Sabrina didn’t even hesitate. “I’m not going.”

She knew exactly what Celine was up to—just like in her past life, this birthday party was nothing but a trap designed to make her the talk of the town, for all the wrong reasons.

Celine had already coordinated with her little circle of admirers, just waiting for Sabrina to walk right into their snare.

So when Sabrina refused, Celine wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

She still hadn’t settled the score over the “accidental” stomp on her foot yesterday. Sabrina claimed it wasn’t on purpose. Did Celine look stupid? It had been obvious, right in front of everyone. Sabrina couldn’t have made it more clear.

Celine’s eyes glinted with calculation as she stepped closer, her voice soft and coaxing.

“Sabrina, you just got back. You really should meet some new friends; it’ll make things easier when you go out in the future.”

She smiled sweetly, leaning in a bit. “Besides, you’re the Sutton family’s daughter. You need to fit in with this crowd, make connections—it’ll help you down the road.”

Sabrina pretended to consider.

Celine bent a little lower, her smile radiant, almost blinding.

“Don’t worry, Sabrina. I’ll take care of you. There’s nothing to be afraid of; everyone’s really friendly.”

Friendly? Sabrina almost laughed out loud.

Celine had already assembled her whole group for tomorrow’s party. In the past, they’d avoided her like the plague, whispering behind her back, throwing barbed jokes her way.

Then, when Celine slipped upstairs, her friends pushed Sabrina into the freezing cold pool. Not a single person tried to help her.

After she’d finally crawled out, shivering, a waiter approached and offered to take her to change her clothes. She’d trusted him.

Instead, he’d led her into a bathroom and, when her guard was down, locked the door behind her. She was trapped there until the next day, when a cleaner finally found her.

Celine had come running, tears streaming down her face, grabbing Sabrina’s hand, her voice trembling with worry.

Celine beamed, practically glowing, and squeezed Sabrina’s hand.

“It’s settled then. I’ll go get ready too.”

Caught up in her own delight, she even tossed Sabrina a compliment.

“You know, you’re a bit on the skinny side, but you have such a pretty face and your skin is so fair. If you dress up tomorrow, you’ll be a real beauty.”

She studied Sabrina’s delicate features, her fingers brushing Sabrina’s hand.

Her skin was rough—clearly neglected. But with some care, a little hand cream every day, those hands would be soft in no time.

What really bothered Celine, though, were Sabrina’s eyes and that flawless, pale skin.

How was it possible? Sabrina had lived out in the countryside, exposed to the wind and sun every day—so how could her face still look so perfect?