Chapter 157
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Isabella couldn’t help but stare at them, her eyes wide with awe. Each gown seemed more priceless than the last, likely worth millions. In comparison, her clothes felt like something from a discount store. The stark difference made her feel small, and a twinge of envy crept into her heart as she stood there.
Isabella’s attention lingered on the three dresses, her expression filled with longing. Just the chance to borrow one would be enough for her. Meanwhile, Brenna had already set her sights on the black dress. Catching Isabella’s intense stare, she easily sensed the desire in her eyes.
With a smirk, Brenna made up her mind—no matter how much Isabella wanted the dress, she wouldn’t let her have it.
Stepping closer, Brenna tapped Isabella’s arm lightly. “Give me a hand with putting this on, will you?” she said.
Isabella turned, offering a somewhat forced smile. “It’s stunning. This must be your first time wearing something like this. It’s natural to need a little help. I’ll take care of it,” she replied.
Before Isabella could move, a knock at the door interrupted the moment. Brenna opened it to find Rosie and Audrey standing outside.
Audrey, at the front, wore a warm smile. “Brenna, Aunt Giselle sent me to assist you,” she said.
“Perfect timing. These dresses are a little tricky—I could use some help,” Brenna replied, stepping aside to let them in.
Audrey had chosen a simple outfit today, wearing a sleeveless beige dress that reached her knees. Her hair was styled in a neat bun, accented by a delicate, diamond-studded tiara, lending her an air of quiet elegance.
Rosie’s outfit, on the other hand, was grand. Draped in a striking red gown, she completed her look with an exaggerated bow in her hair and a scarf that concealed half of her face.
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Trailing behind Rosie was an attendant, carefully balancing a tray of drinks.
Rosie picked up a glass of red wine and extended it toward Isabella. “Here, Miss Barrett, have a drink,” she said.
Since Rosie was being nice to her, Isabella saw no reason to refuse. She stole a glance toward Brenna, who had already disappeared behind the curtain with Audrey assisting her. Clearly, her help wasn’t needed.
“Thank you!” Isabella said cheerfully as she clinked glasses with Rosie, though she hadn’t yet decided what more to say.
Rosie spoke first. “We’re grateful for the care you showed Brenna while she was with the Barrett family. On behalf of my parents, thank you. If you ever need any help, feel free to reach out to me.”
Isabella’s smile widened, a genuine sense of ease washing over her. Among all the Harpers, Rosie was by far the most approachable. Since arriving at the party, this was the first kind gesture she had received from any of the Harper family members.
“Alright, I’ll remember that. You look absolutely stunning today, Miss Harper!” Isabella complimented Rosie, already considering how a friendship with Rosie might work to her advantage.
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