The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300 Sommelier Class

When Gianna found out her brothers had already secured her spot on the show, she finally felt relieved.

It wasn’t exactly a big comeback, but getting to appear on a variety show was still something she’d been hoping for.

And with Amelia there, there was no way she was sitting that one out.

“This time, I’m totally going to beat her on the show!”

She had worked too hard to get an opportunity. No way she’d let Amelia take the spotlight again.

Last time, Amelia ended up stealing the spotlight because Gianna didn’t take her seriously.

This time, she was coming prepared. She’d even asked Regina to dig up every piece of information she could find.

When it came to herbs, her mother was an expert, so there was no way she’d lose.

With that thought, her confidence came rushing back, and her mood instantly lifted.

Feeling good, she even made time to attend her sommelier class.

For wealthy girls, fancy hobbies like wine tasting were basically a must.

Ever since moving into the Nygard Residence, Gianna had promised herself she’d become a classy, well- educated socialite.

This time, she’d managed to book a spot in a class taught by the country’s top sommelier.

The instructor only took eight students per session–small, exclusive, and elite.

Gianna liked that. It meant everyone there probably came from a powerful family.

She hurried into the classroom, finding everyone already seated.

“Sorry, Ms. Scott, I’m late.”

“It’s fine. Come on in.”

Quilla Scott, the instructor, had a calm, elegant air about her. A few girls were chatting nearby, comparing notes and laughing.

“Sabrina, your sommelier skills just keep getting better. I can’t even keep up!”

“Ms. Jordan has always been gifted–not just in the sommelier, but in music, art, chess, even shooting and horseback riding. This is nothing for her.

“Whoever ends up marrying Ms. Jordan is so lucky.”

“Please, like she’s still single. She’s going to be Mrs. Curran someday.”

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Everyone seemed to be in on it, showering one girl with nonstop compliments.

Even Quilla smiled and added, “Absolutely. Ms. Jordan, you’re such a quick learner. At this rate, you’ll

surpass me soon.”

“Ms. Scott, you’re too kind,” the girl replied softly.

That voice confirmed what Gianna already suspected–it was Sabrina.

She’d guessed it from the conversation, but seeing her face made it clear.

Sabrina’s skin was flawless, glowing under the light. Her features were delicate and refined, like a hand- painted portrait. Those willow–shaped brows framed her bright eyes perfectly, and her lips and nose were balanced and soft. She was a classic beauty.

Every small movement she made carried grace and refinement.

She radiated that effortless elegance that only came from old money and years of perfect manners. Her outfit and jewelry screamed wealth and taste.

She’d probably been taught by the best since she was little, refined bit by bit until she turned into the kind of socialite who looked flawless with every move she made.

A flicker of jealousy flashed through Gianna.

Next to girls born into privilege, she always felt like she was a few steps behind.

After all, she hadn’t grown up in the Nygard Residence.

Sabrina had an air of superiority, like no other woman could ever come close to her.

That whole untouchable vibe was annoying.

Gianna acted like everything was fine and smoothly took her seat, blending into Quilla’s class. Before long. she joined in the small talk.

“This must be Ms. Jordan, right? My brothers have mentioned you before. They said you’re beautiful and incredibly talented.

“Now that I’ve seen you in person, you’re even more stunning than I expected. Your sommelier skills are so elegant and refined.”

She always knew how to talk to people, and her charm worked like magic.

That was how she’d managed to win over the entire Nygards.

But of course, none of it came from the heart. Every word was just part of her act.

“Who are you? I don’t think we’ve met before,” said the girl beside Sabrina, clearly her little sidekick.

Her expression showed clear irritation at Gianna interrupting their conversation.

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“I’m Gianna Nygard. We’ve met at a socialite gathering before,” Gianna replied softly, keeping her posture perfect. She wasn’t about to let anyone steal her shine.

But the second she finished, that girl’s eyes flickered with clear disdain.