Here is the final revised translation, carefully checked for accuracy, fluency, and cultural adaptation to American English standards, while preserving all plot, character, and style elements from the original:

“Hahaha, what does this have to do with a child? Are you seriously suggesting that Amara’s child is fathered by the Everly Group’s chairman, and that’s why his marriage to Liliana fell apart? That’s just ridiculous.”

After this comment was posted, the original poster didn’t say anything else. But when Amara saw it, she couldn’t help but think: That’s actually exactly what happened. But who on earth is leaking all this?

The incident had happened just last night, and by this morning, someone was already spilling details online. It was probably someone who had attended the dinner. But who could it be?

Amara didn’t want to read any more of these posts-they were only making her feel worse. She wanted to go out and get some air but didn’t even know where to go.

She found herself zoning out in a coffee shop when a message from Larry Sullivan popped up: “Something happened at the Everly family’s rehearsal dinner last night, and it seems to involve you? What’s going on?”

Amara paused for a moment. Instead of immediately replying to Larry, she dialed Keith West. “About those photos Emma pulled out at dinner last night-do you think you could get a copy from your mother? If you’re able to, please send them to me.”

She didn’t know where Emma had gotten those photos from, but since Emma and Edith Winters West had become so close lately-and Amara herself was the reason for that friendship—Amara figured that if Emma had the photos, she would’ve definitely shown them to Edith as well. So Edith likely had a copy.

“What do you want them for?” Keith asked. “My mom’s at work right now. I’ll head over and check. If she has them, I can get them for you.”

“Thanks, I’ll be waiting. I’ll explain everything when I have a chance.”

Amara wanted those photos, of course, to take them to Larry.

When Emma had pulled out those photos at dinner the night before, Amara had been just as shocked as anyone else. The woman in the pictures did look a lot like her, but Amara knew it wasn’t her-she’d never even been to places like that.

So if it wasn’t her, then it could only be Elowen Sullivan. After all, not only did the woman in the photos look a lot like her, she also closely resembled Flowen. Plus, had the owner insisted it was “Ms Sullivan That made it all the more likely it was Elowen.

Soon, Keith messaged her back and sent over the photos. Amara replied with a quick “OK,” and then

messaged barry: “Dad yes, something did happen at the Everly family’s dinner last night. Are you at home? I’ll come over and explain everything.”

Larry said he was home, so Amara immediately called for a cab and headed straight to the Sullivan house.

When she arrived, Larry was sitting in the main armchair in the living room. Fiona Faye Sullivan and Elowen were there as well, both giving her looks of open contempt.

Fiona and Elowen had also heard

about the incident at the Everlys’, but since they weren’t part of Wye’s

social elite, all the gossip they’d net?

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managed to get was muddled and All they really knew was that something had happened at the Everlys’, and that it involved Amara, but they hadn’t been able to find out any specifics.

So now, both of them were just waiting to see Amara’s embarrassment.

Amara ignored the two of them and started calmly, “Last night was Kevin Everly and Liliana’s rehearsal dinner. As Mr. Kevin Everly’s goddaughter, I was naturally there…”

“Mr. Kevin Everly took you in as his goddaughter?” Larry interrupted.

Amara nodded and continued, “I was at the dinner, though I didn’t say much. But then, something happened, and I got caught up in it.”