NovelEnglishChapter 183
The form-fitting dress clung to her silhouette as if it had been tailored just for her. The porcelain smoothness of
her exposed arms gleamed under the chandelier's light, making it hard for anyone not to take notice. Despite
the modest exposure, an undeniable allure radiated from her, commanding attention effortlessly.
Sylvia caught Freya staring and adjusted her dress deliberately, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Freya, this dress feels a bit snug on me."
In their past life, when Sylvia becthe talk of the town for all the wrong reasons, Freya had dropped the
facade of concern, stepping over Sylvia both literally and metaphorically at her lowest. "Don't blme, dear.
How could I just sit back when you've always outshone me? We were supposed to be friends, yet somehow, you
were the one who caught Rupert's eye.
Lettell you- every trap laid for you was a joint effort between Bridget and me. And now? Rupert can't even
stand the sight of you. You're better off gone."
If Freya loved to revel in jealousy, then so be it.
Freya's fists clenched, and the envy practically radiated from her as she fiddled with the hem of her dress.
Sylvia, pretending not to notice Freya's turmoil, smiled. "Let's not keep everyone waiting, shall we?"
Perhaps thinking ahead to her schemes, Freya's expression quickly returned to normal.
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"Yeah, let's go."
Together, they entered the banquet hall, and almost instantly, Sylvia becthe center of attention. Even those
who had been busy flattering Bridget found their eyes irresistibly drawn to Sylvia. Bridget, seething with anger,
clenched her teeth so tightly it was a wonder they didn't crack. Yet, she forced herself to maintain a facade of
poise.
Then cChristine's tic gasp.
"Oh my! A fashion faux pas!"
The comment drew attention, and Eloise, arm-in-arm with her husband, turned to see what had caused the
commotion.
As she turned, her gaze met Sylvia's.
It becclear to everyone that Sylvia and Eloise were wearing the exact sdress, a major social blunder at
any high-class gathering.
Especially since there's a saying that goes, "Wearing the sdress isn't scary, but being the less attractive one
is."
Eloise, still a vision of grace and elegance, made the dress look sophisticated and chic.
Sylvia, with her youthful beauty and poise, seemed to command the attention of nearly every man in the room.
It was hard to say who wore it better.
Bridget approached, eyeing Sylvia suspiciously. "Sylvia, | swear you were in a different dress earlier Why the
change after Eloise
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Sylvia replied honestly, "A waiter accidentally spilled wine on me, so | had to change."
Before anyone could comment, Christine stepped forward with a smirk.
"Sylvia, you must be quite the clairvoyant to have brought a backup dress."
The insinuation was clear to all.
Sylvia was deliberately challenging Eloise by wearing the sdress, but why?
While others were puzzled, Eloise, secretly dealing with marital troubles, couldn't help but wonder more.
She had been unable to pin down
the other woman. Despite considering divorce, she feared losing half of her jewelry empire to him.
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Now, seeing a young, beautiful woman boldly wearing the sdress, her suspicions grew.
Could Sylvia be the other woman?
Eloise's gaze shifted subtly toward Sylvia.
Sylvia, however, remained silent, an enigmatic presence.
Christine, seeing her silence, teased, "It does make one wonder how Sylvia knew Eloise would wear that dress."
Bridget scrutinized Sylvia, hinting, "That's no ordinary dress. Sylvia's just an intern; could someone have bought
it for her?"
Amidst the growing speculation, an unexpected person stepped forward.
Eloise's husband.
Attempting to appear
magnanimous, he interjected, "Let's
not make a big deal out of a dress.
We're here for Ms. Simpson's birthday party, after all. Let's focus on that."
Sylvia lifted her gaze.
She had what she was waiting for.
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