Chapter 467 After she finished speaking, she casually tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere's no way Beverly wouldn’t notice the ulterior motive behind her daughter's move, and she asked, “Why is your hair wet too?” “It’s ‘cause it's so hot out; I'm just sweating! Anyway, it's got nothing to do with Serena; let's just eat!” Alma tried to divert the topic and added in a low voice, “Let's not embarrass Bella.” Serena was ticked off. Wasn't Aima’s comment a sneaky way of implying that her wet hair and the mark on her face were Serena's doing? And she had the nerve to pretend to be considerate. What a joke! Serena couldn't hold back and blurted out, “Mom, | swear | didn’t hit her. That mark must be something she drew on herself.
Martha can backup!! didn’t lay a finger on her!” On one side, Serena was adamantly denying it, and on the other side, Alma was seemingly covering up for her.
Everyone's sympathies were leaning towards Alma! Though Louisa doubted Serena would do such a thing, the evidence was right there. Surely they couldn't just accuse Alma of making a scene out of nothing? “Can we please stop staring at me? Let's just eat.” Alma couldn't handle the attention. “If there’s anything you want to say, let's talk about it after dinner!” Arabella smirked, seeing right through Aima’s act. The whole thing could be solved with a simple bottle of makeup remover to see who was lying. But Serena, in her anger, wasn’t thinking straight.
However, Arabella decided not to interfere with their sisterly spat and merely commented, “This foie gras is pretty good.” Upon hearing this, everyone quickly shifted their attention.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDavid was puzzled. He believed Serena wouldn't hit anyone, but he also thought Alma was usually sweet and wouldn't be capable of such deception. He shook his head, not knowing what to think, and decided to plate food for them instead. “Let's eat first; we can talk about this later.” “I swear | didn't hit her!” Serena had never felt so wronged! “Serena, nobody’s saying you hit me. Let's drop it!” Alma continued to whisper as she ate, serving food to Serena in an attempt to make peace. Serena was fuming! “Serena, Bella just said the foie gras is tasty; what do you think?” Alma asked with a smile, “If you like it, | can get you smore.” Serena was about to lose it! Meanwhile, Yolanda couldn't find any other way upstairs and had to return to the main hall.
The hall was bustling, but she didn’t notice; her mind was preoccupied with how to cozy up to the two handsguys.
“Yoli, why did it take you so long? Are you feeling sick?” Zachary was relieved to see her return and asked softly.
“The dining room is so huge, | got a bit lost. Sorry for making you wait.” Yolanda looked up at Zachary’s average face and felt a bit disappointed. Compared to those two guys, he fell short.
“Yoli, there’s something | wanted to ask you; I'd like to hear your thoughts.” Zachary brought up something he had been thinking about: “For our upcoming engagement party, would it be possible to hold it separately at our respective families places?”