Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 11

Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Chapter 11

After dinner, Tiffany diligently massaged her father’s shoulders, the picture of a filial daughter.

Charlie, however, wasn’t buying it. He burst into laughter and asked, “Alright, spill it, kiddo. What are you cooking up this time?”

In Charlie’s mind, whenever Tiffany acted overly sweet, it was a sure sign she wanted something from him.

His daughter had always been clever and cunning, except when it came to matters of the heart. Then, her intelligence seemed to vanish, replaced by blind, stubborn infatuation.

Tiffany rubbed her nose sheepishly. Her dad’s intuition was spot on; she did have something to say.

“Dad, can we visit the Harpers tomorrow?” she asked tentatively.

Charlie’s mood soured instantly. “What for? You’re so eager to run off to their place You’ll end up there soon enough when you marry into their family. Why the rush?”

now.

The thought of his precious daughter being swept away by some undeserving boy was hard for Charlie to stomach.

What made it worse was that the Kenneth didn’t even seem to appreciate what he had! The way he constantly scowled at Tiffany made Charlie’s blood boil.

Which father could possibly be happy seeing his daughter treated with such indifference?

Tiffany, realizing her father’s misunderstanding, quickly explained, “No, that’s not it. I want to go there to… break off the engagement.”

This wasn’t news to Thalia, as they had discussed it earlier. She chimed in, trying to sway her husband, “If that’s what our daughter wants, we should support her. I don’t think that Harper boy is a good match for her anyway.”

“Are you sure about this? You won’t regret it?” Charlie asked, his tone now serious and concerned.

“Tiffany, honey, whether your mom and I like him is beside the point. What matters most is how you feel. Don’t break off the engagement just for our sake, only to end up crying into your pillow later?

“Absolutely not,” Tiffany declared with unwavering resolve, finally convincing her parents to agree.

Believing that swift action was necessary to prevent further complications, the Kelleys decided to visit the Harpers the very next day, taking advantage of the weekend..

The Harpers were a prominent family in Lovell City, known for their wealth and influence. Standing before their imposing gates, Tiffany’s emotions were a tangled mess.

Long ago, she had naively imagined herself as the future mistress of the Harper family, only to be hit in the face by a cruel reality.

Now that she had been given a second chance, her greatest desire, aside from revenge, was to call off this engagement.

From now on, she wanted nothing more than for her and Kenneth to lead separate lives, never crossing paths again.

Five years in prison had taught her enough.

If it was possible, she wanted Kenneth to experience the same suffering she had endured.

With a flicker of resentment in her eyes, Tiffany took her mother’s arm and followed the butler into the Harper estate.

The Harper estate was a masterpiece of meticulous landscaping, with every plant trimmed to perfection. Mrs. Harper had a passion for flowers, and the grounds were a vibrant tapestry of diverse blooms.

Tiffany recalled how, the previous year, she had gone to extraordinary lengths to acquire rare flowers from abroad as a birthday gift for Mrs. Harper.

Unfortunately, her inexperience in gardening led to the flowers wilting, turning what was meant to be a thoughtful gesture into an embarrassing fiasco.

And not a single person from the Harper family had come to her defense.

Recalling the past, Tiffany grew bitter.