At 8:00 pm, the Matthews House was full of guests, except for their own relatives, all of whom came from the upper echelon of dignitaries.
Katelyn Morgan, also known as the Mrs. Matthews, stood quietly beside Jamie Matthews, smiling and greeting the guests every now and then.
But she was not happy at all. Her real daughter was still in a coma, but Jamie already asked to bring his mistress's daughter back, and let Katelyn admit that girl as her child. She was downright furious.
But she also knew that the Matthews family did not have any son as the heir, and her only daughter had become a vegetable. To prevent the Matthews family from collapsing, she could only listen to Jamie.
So no matter how reluctant she was, she had to pretend to love Charlotte.
"Look! It's Miss Charlotte Matthews!"
Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, and all eyes instantly followed the spotlight and looked to the second floor.
Charlotte was wearing delicate makeup, a fine-tuned smile on her face, with a dress that brought out her elegance.
Her seemed so graceful as she walked down the stairs.
The crowd burst into a commotion. Cheers and applause surrounded her.
A lady spoke to Katelyn, "Mrs. Matthews, you're really lucky. Your younger daughter is also a stunning beauty, and her fiancé is the president of the Freeman group. How enviable."
Another lady chimed in, "Yes, Mr. Freeman is a handsome and promising young man. The two of them are really a match made in heaven. You're so lucky!
"Thank you. But you two both have a son and a daughter, right? It must be a jolly family..." Katelyn managed a smile as her fists were clenched tightly.
Melvin, who was mentioned, was sitting quietly at the moment, with no extra expression on his face.
Despite not saying a word, he himself still held a strong presence with his own charisma.
Charlotte felt the crowd's either admiring or envious gazes, enjoying the vanity of being the star in the limelight.
There were many wealthy boys on the first floor, who hadn't pulled their eyes away from her ever, since she came out.
Charlotte noticed it too, which was why she deliberately take it slowly when walking down the stairs.
However.
She was just halfway down the stairs when the crowd suddenly gasped again.
Someone was shouting, "Cody Carver is here!"
Everyone turned their heads to look at the door.
The young and handsome Cody came step by step from the end of the red carpet with his female companion. Because he was a big star and the young master of the Carver family, his appearance made the guests more thrilled.
And the first thing people noticed when they look sideways was Lyra beside him.
A long white dress went well with her glowing skin; her makeup today was very light, but together with the dress, the two unexpectedly complemented each other.
When walking over, Lyra looked like an angel.
The crowd was almost entirely enchanted, and no one paid any more attention to Charlotte behind them.
Charlotte was still standing in the middle of the stairs. Never had she expected that Lyra crushed her the moment she entered the house.
Now she was stuck there and no one was paying attention to her at all. She didn't know whether to get down or go back, so pissed that she almost passed out.
This bitch could look so stunning even in a knock-off dress?
The delicate makeup she spent all afternoon painting was not as effective as the bitch's light makeup?
Why!
She was no way worse than this bitch!
Charlotte gritted her teeth, and she elegantly covered her mouth and coughed lightly twice, trying to draw back the attention.
A guest nearby turned to glance at her, and his keen eye spotted what was wrong and shouted.
"Look at this! Mr. Carver's date is wearing the same dress as Miss Matthews."
"It's true! As the saying goes, the most embarrassing part isn't when you and the other dress the same, but when you find you're the uglier one! Mr. Carver's female companion is simply stunning, I totally forgot what Miss Matthews looks like in it..."
The guests started to dart their eyes between the two.
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