Angela took a taxi to Family Brown in a restless state of mind. There were many people who came to Denise's birthday party. When they saw Angela come in, they were talking about her in groups.
"Wasn't Angela in jail for attempted murder?
Has she come out?"
"How does someone like her could get in here?
The thought of a murderer here gives me the creeps."
"Anyway, she's still the daughter of the Chante family. How could she dressed like that and came here?
It's so incredible!"
Along with their discussions and strange eyes, Angela walked to a corner of the party as if nothing had happened and sat down.
There had been a man in a suit sitting here as well, who frowned and left with a disgusted look on his face when he saw her sitting down.
Angela didn't care. She paid her attention to the entrance and it seemed that there was a stone blocking her heart.
James hadn't come yet, probably because he was hurt a bit seriously.
James was always ruthless. Angela had no idea how he would retaliate her since she hurt him just now by accident.
"Miss Angela, Mrs Brown wants you to come over."
The maid said as she walked up to Angela.
Angela nodded and followed the maid to Denise's room on the second floor along with others’ surprises or curious eyes.
"Here is Angela."
Denise was in a long purple evening dress, noble and elegant. Light crow's feet appeared in her corners of eyes when she smiled.
Denise’s eyes lingered for a moment on Angela's unevenly short hair and scar on her forehead. Then she moved away her eyes quickly without the slightest rudeness.
The friendly senior held the same attitude as two years ago towards Angela, but Angela was a bit reserved.
Drooping her eyes, she said respectfully,
"Hello, Mrs Brown."
"Why don't you wish me eighteen years this time, and grow younger and younger?"
Denise teased.
Angela pursed her lips and didn't answer.
The difference in their status and her experiences in the past two years had made her no longer dare to joke with Mrs Brown as casually as before.
"Alas! Angela has been mature."
Stroking Angela’s short hair, Denise sighed and changed the topic, "I prepared the dress according to your size two years ago, and I don't know if it is still fit for you, so try it on first."
The maid took the nude pink evening dress and handed it to Angela with both hands.
"No, thanks Mrs Brown, I just want to see my mom and I’ll leave."
Angela didn't took the dress. She was content that Denise had agreed to let her come to the party.
Many knew that Angela had been in prison for two years, so she was afraid that she would embarrass or discredit her auntie if she went to the party.
Denise took Angela’s hand and pretended to blame her,
"It's my birthday. Is it not appropriate for you to just see your mother and just leave?”
"But my status ......"
Angela licked her dry lips, and she was too embarrassed to say anything else.
"What's your status?"
Denise interrupted her with a smile, "You're just a junior that I like."
She didn't give Angela a chance to refuse, and directly gave orders to the maid, ''Ask Colin to come here to set Angela’s hair and do her make-up when she is dressed.
This makeup is so light that it can't even been seen at night when the lights is on."
Angela didn't want to spoil this birthday party because of herself, and she didn't know how to face her parents. Angela still wanted to say something, while Denise said before her, "Angela, there are many guests today, so I’ll go out.
If you need anything, just call Mandy or someone else."
After saying that, she left right away.
Angela looked at the closed door with a complicated expression.
It was more than two hours after she had changed the clothes. When she went to the party, there were more people and beautiful ladies in delicate dress everywhere.
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