Raina's POV:
During the day of the auction, I was waiting at home for Charles on the edge of my seat in anticipation.
I kept on fantasizing of going with him to the auction.
I'd wear the evening gown that he bought for me, take his arm, and greet the envious glances from countless guests.
The more I thought of it, the more excited it made me.
But as time passed by, Charles still didn't arrive, and nobody sent me the dress.
Feeling as though someone had poured cold water all over me, my heart froze.
'Why isn't Charles here yet? Is it possible that Scarlett is pestering him again and he's having a hard time getting rid of her? She already chose to leave. Why on earth did she come back?'
Disappointed and furious, I pinned all the blame on that bitch, Scarlett.
In a fit of rage, I threw all the accessories resting on the dresser to the ground to vent all of my frustrations.
At this moment, my mother opened the door of my room and happened to see me throwing a tantrum.
"Raina, what's got you so worked up? Why did you make a big mess in your room?" she asked in surprise.
I began to cry and told her the whole story.
"Mom, Charles hasn't come to pick me up yet. Do you think he's still mad at me? Or is it just because he didn't buy that dress for me?"
"Raina, I know you're confused, but the only way you can get answers is by going to the auction and asking him directly," Mom suggested. "Even if he doesn't come to pick you up, you can always come with us. Liam and Nancy are already waiting downstairs. You can't lose your composure just because of this trivial matter."
After a moment of contemplation, her advice made sense. All the anger in my heart was gradually dying down.
At my mother's insistence, I rummaged for the necklace that Chloe had given me.
Even though the necklace didn't match my outfit, I still wore it because I wanted to make Charles happy.
Scarlett's POV:
I put on the evening dress that Simon sent me and began to do my makeup solemnly.
"My word, Miss Wilson! You are stunning! I may be a woman, but it's hard not to get attracted to you. You'll captivate every person in the auction with your radiant looks tonight!" Elena was slack jawed in awe, and she was quite lavish with her compliments of me.
I chuckled at her remarks helplessly and suggested, "Would you like me to do your makeup? I'm not that half-bad with my makeup
skills.”
Elena waved her hands in refusal. "Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Wilson. I'll have to refuse your offer. I'm not used to such things."
"Alright, I won't force you." I withdrew my hand, albeit reluctantly.
At this time, I heard the doorbell ringing from downstairs.
"Elena, go open the door and take the box on that table over there to the living room with you. It might prove useful at the auction," I said to her.
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