The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 59

To ensure Rebecca made a stunning entrance, Mrs. Sullivan had her try on several gowns and ordered multiple makeup changes. They finally settled on a white chiffon strapless dress, light and ethereal, with a large white flower accentuating her slender waist. A professional stylist was brought in to give her soft curls that cascaded over her shoulders. Paired with a pearl necklace, she looked elegant, angelic, and impossibly refined.

“See how beautiful you are, Rebecca?” Mrs. Sullivan cooed. “It’s just because you don’t usually dress up that a certain someone always outshines you.”

Penelope rolled her eyes. She was just sitting in her own house, and somehow she was still being blamed for something.

Rebecca admired herself in the mirror, blushing. “I wonder if Zebulon will like it.”

“Of course he will.”

As the two of them continued their mother-daughter bonding, Penelope glanced at the time. It was getting late. She went upstairs and pulled a wine-red slip dress from her closet. She swept her hair into a simple updo, layered two diamond necklaces of different lengths, and applied a touch of makeup. Then, she went back downstairs.

Zebulon had just arrived. He saw her and was momentarily captivated, but his admiration quickly soured back into anger.

“I have no intention of taking you to the gala tonight,” he sneered.

Penelope raised an eyebrow. “And I can’t go by myself?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said coldly. “This is the LnF Group’s annual gala. The guest list is a who’s who of Orenth. Do you really think you can get in without me?”

Penelope’s eyes gleamed. “So, are you taking me?”

“In your dreams!” he roared. “You cheated on me, humiliated me. I will never forgive you!”

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