The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 341

Yvonne was in the restroom, touching up her makeup. Penelope walked over to the adjacent sink and turned on the tap.

“So you resort to stealing other people’s clothes now? Don’t you have any of your own?”

A smirk touched Yvonne’s lips. “I wear whatever I please. It’s not stealing; it’s taking.” She preened, smoothing down the red dress. “I happen to like this one.”

Penelope eyed her critically. “The hips are too tight, and the waist is too loose.”

Yvonne spun around, striking a pose. “Do I look like I care about anyone else’s opinion? I like it, and that’s all that matters.”

“Your confidence is truly admirable. If I were you, I wouldn’t dare wear something that makes my hips look wide, my waist thick, and my chest completely flat.”

Yvonne’s jaw tightened. “Unlike some people, I have more than just a large chest.”

“I don’t know about brains, but at least I don’t need to use padding.”

“You—!”

“You’re not wearing any, are you, Ms. Bishop?” Penelope asked innocently, then peered closer. “Oh, you are? And you’re still that flat?”

“Penelope!” Enraged, Yvonne raised her hand to strike.

Penelope’s eyes went cold. In one swift motion, she scooped up a handful of water and flung it in Yvonne’s face.

The splash echoed in the silent restroom. Yvonne stood there, stunned and dripping, her body trembling with fury.

Penelope laughed coldly. “I suggest you change back into your own clothes, Ms. Bishop. No matter how much you like something that belongs to someone else, it will never be yours.”

She turned and walked out.

Seeing the red handprint on her daughter’s cheek, Mrs. Bishop’s own anger flared. “Mrs. Stapleton, regardless of the circumstances, you had no right to strike my daughter. I expect an immediate apology!”

Penelope blinked. “She was asking for it. Shouldn’t she be hit?”

“Don’t push your luck!”

“Who’s the one pushing her luck? She announced, in public, that she was going to steal my husband. A single slap was me being generous. I was showing the Bishop family respect. Otherwise, I would have skinned her alive.”

“You shrew, you—” Mrs. Bishop’s face was dark with rage, but with so many people watching, she couldn’t say what she really wanted to.

Yvonne, however, had no such reservations and opened her mouth to scream, but her mother silenced her. “This is not a fish market, and we are not foul-mouthed, shameless people. Arguing with her is beneath us!” Mrs. Bishop hissed, pushing her daughter toward a nearby lounge. As she passed Penelope, she shot her a venomous glare. “A word of advice, Mrs. Stapleton. You married into the Stapleton family. It is your duty to uphold their reputation, not drag it through the mud with your behavior!”

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