Yvette’s irritating voice rang in Hannah’s ear, instantly giving the latter a headache. Glaring at Yvette, Hannah scolded silently in her mind.
Tsk, are you any better? The only thing you know is to seduce men. What’s there to brag about? You’re just an idiot fantasizing about becoming Mrs. Norton. Do you know that he has already taken me as his wife?
Hannah frowned slightly but managed to squeeze out a smile. “Yeah, you’re right. I am shabby, but you’re just a little shabbier than I am, else Fabian wouldn’t be so nice to me,” mocked Hannah, swallowing the rage in her.
“Oh, really? Is Fabian really that nice to you?” asked Yvette, feigning surprise. “How come I’ve never heard of it? All I know is that he told me, I will soon be his wife,” declared Yvette proudly with a raised eyebrow. Even if she were lying, Hannah couldn’t tell.
Utterly devastated at those words, the scenes where she interrogated Fabian, demanding to know if he really did consider marrying Yvette surfaced in Hannah’s mind.
Stay calm… stay calm…
Hannah repeated those words nonstop in her head as if chanting a magic spell, trying to ground herself. Hannah stayed frozen in position for a few seconds, lost in thoughts.
Yvette, on the other hand, enjoyed seeing how Hannah reacted like an idiot.
Hmpf, do you want to compete with me? You’re still missing years of excruciating training. Look at how you are all dolled up. Are you trying to seduce Fabian after knowing he would be here? Hmpf, in your dreams. Only I get to be Mrs. Norton.
Yvette twisted her body, pretending to stagger. The wine glass in her hand slipped out her grasp, spilling all over Hannah’s gown.
Regaining her senses, Hannah leaped to her feet and exclaimed in surprise, “Ah! Yvette, what do you think you’re doing?”
Hannah’s scream attracted many heads to turn in their direction.
Yvette slowly twisted her body, seemingly trying to stretch out her waist in a painful manner. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” said Yvette weakly, “I’ve accidentally twisted my ankle. It wasn’t done on purpose. Please don’t be mad at me,” continued Yvette with trembling lips and she looked apologetic.
Hmpf! You sure deserve an Oscar for this act. We both know you did it on purpose, yet here you are playing the victim. You are really such a professional actress.
Yvette leaned slightly towards Hannah, “What? Do you think my acting skills are good for nothing?” whispered Yvette with a smirk.
Hannah trembled in anger as her fists clenched beside her body. Everyone around them had accepted the lie that Yvette had hurt her ankle and unintentionally spilled the wine on her dress. Hannah swallowed all the words she wanted to say to refute, knowing it would be in vain. Without another word, Hannah picked up her bag and hurried towards the restroom.
Seeing Hannah scurrying away, Yvette’s lips curled up into an evil sneer, twisting her features into the ugliest look a person could have, despite the heavy, exquisite makeup she had on.
In the restroom, Hannah desperately tried to remove the stain with tissues. After struggling for a few minutes, she realized her attempts were futile. No matter how hard she rubbed, the stain would still be visible. Giving up, she decided not to wear the evening gown Franchot had picked for her anymore but rather changed into her own lilac cocktail dress.
Thank goodness I brought this dress with me. How embarrassing would it be if I didn’t?
After changing her outfit, Hannah fixed her makeup and checked herself in the mirror. Only when she’s satisfied with the way she looked did she exit the restroom.
The resentment of being humiliated was still coursing through Hannah’s veins. “Hmpf! Yvette Tanner, you must be so envious of my dress that you have to ruin it. That’s okay, I will defeat you regardless of what I’m wearing!” Hannah mumbled softly to comfort and pacify herself.
The second Hannah stepped foot outside the restroom, she caught sight of Yvette being all over Fabian, which infuriated her even more.
Oh, do you not have any bones on you or are your muscles so underdeveloped that you have to be glued on to someone else for support? Do you have no shame in doing that in front of all those eyes and cameras? Hannah rolled her eyes again before shooting daggers at the pair.
“Fabian, my ankle is a little painful. Can you please help me?” Yvette stuck out her lower lip and gazed at Fabian with her round, glassy eyes, searching for sympathy.
Yvette had purposefully put on her best makeup that day and it gave her an exquisite look. The flawless skin on her face looked even more radiant than usual. How could a renowned ladies man like Fabian possibly decline her request? “Alright,” answered Fabian swiftly with a charming smile while reaching for her arm.
Hannah felt a pang in her heart at Fabian’s actions, as disappointment filled her eyes. In reality, Fabian just wanted to take the advantage of having a beautiful woman in his arms out of boredom with no feelings attached. Sadly, in Hannah’s perception, the scene showed that Fabian had feelings for Yvette because Hannah knew one thing for sure—Fabian wouldn’t touch a woman he doesn’t like.
