The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 336

Yvonne’s eyes flashed with anger, but Penelope spoke first. “I have no intention of making things difficult for an innocent party. I’m fine with that arrangement.”

Yvonne gritted her teeth. If she disagreed now, she would look like the one causing trouble. She glanced at the stylist, who was already clasping her hands in gratitude toward Penelope.

“I have no problem with it either,” she forced out.

With the help of assistants, the two women began their makeovers simultaneously.

“Are you attending Mrs. Higgins’s gala?” Yvonne asked.

“Apparently, so are you,” Penelope replied coolly.

“Hah. And in what capacity are you going? As Mrs. Stapleton Jr.? Funny, Mrs. Stapleton never mentioned she was bringing you.”

“What’s the matter? Can’t get my husband’s attention, so you’ve moved on to his mother?”

“Our families have been friends for generations. Theodore and I grew up together, and Mrs. Stapleton has always been fond of me. Between us, you’re the outsider.”

“My husband and I have a marriage certificate. What do you have with him?”

“You—!”

“An outsider? Your homewrecking intentions couldn’t be more obvious.”

“Penelope!”

Yvonne, on the other hand, favored her mother, with a heart-shaped face and monolids that gave her a cool, aloof air when she wasn’t smiling. Even after the makeup, that coldness carried a hint of malice.

“What is wrong with you today? What is this monstrosity you’ve painted on my face? How am I supposed to go to a gala looking like this!” Yvonne shrieked, comparing her finished look to Penelope’s.

A small smirk touched Penelope’s lips as she went to change. Gowns from various luxury boutiques had been brought in for her to choose from. She looked through them and selected a red, strapless evening gown. At first glance, it seemed simple, but the quality of the fabric was superb, and the open-back design was both elegant and striking. It was glamorous without being ostentatious—a perfect fit for her.

While a staff member took the dress to be steamed, Penelope went into the changing room. She drank a cup of coffee and waited. And waited. The dress still hadn’t been brought to her.

Just as she was about to lose her temper, the stylist hurried in, her face pale with apology. “Mrs. Stapleton, the dress… Ms. Bishop took it.”

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