After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 39

There were soft murmurs, whispers barely audible, and sudden gasps among the students. The surprise rippled through the crowd like an electric current.

"Is that Sophia?" one of the girls whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief. "I never noticed her looking that good before."

A boy leaned in closer to his friend, eyes wide. "Look at the gown she's wearing. That's a designer piece from *Lumière Couture*! I've only ever seen it in fashion magazines."

Another girl, her voice sharp with envy, scoffed. "How can *she*, the daughter of a servant, afford something like that? It must be a fake."

"Vanity can be overwhelming," someone else chimed in. "I can’t stand people who flaunt fakes."

I could hear every word, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t here for their approval. I was just about to step into the grand entrance of the hotel when a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Sophia!" Mia’s tone was filled with disdain, and I turned to see her standing there with arms crossed. "You really have the nerve to show up here?"

I raised an eyebrow, genuinely puzzled. "Why shouldn’t I come?" I asked, my voice calm but firm.

She let out a cold laugh, eyes glinting with malice. "Oh please, don’t pretend like you don’t know. Ryan’s been ignoring you all week at school, and now, at his birthday party, you still dare to show your face?"

Ryan’s birthday? Oh, right. Today was his birthday.

I had been so consumed with my classes recently that the thought had completely slipped my mind. Had Mia not mentioned it, I might have forgotten altogether. It hit me then – this was his eighteenth birthday.

I couldn’t help but remember what had happened last time.

In my past life, for his eighteenth, I had thrown him a grand, extravagant party right here at the Lunar Crown Hotel. I had spared no expense, pouring my heart into every detail – the decorations, the entertainment, even down to the floral arrangements.

But that night, I saw him and Linda cuddling in a corner with no one around, talking intimately to each other about something.

Back then, I’d confronted him, demanding answers, but Ryan’s response had been cold, indifferent.

"There’s nothing between Linda and me," he had said with a straight face. "You’re overreacting, Sophia. I don’t like women who are so paranoid and suspicious."

His words had stung, but I hadn’t backed down. We ended up in a cold war for two days before I caved and apologized, even though I knew deep down I wasn’t in the wrong.