Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 196

After dropping Millie off at school, Beverley reminded her to stay safe and watch out for her tummy before instructing the driver, "Let's head back."

"Of course, ma'am."

Seated in the back, Beverley glanced at the hideously ugly scarf beside her and couldn't help but grimace.

The more she looked at it, the less she liked it, promptly tossing it under the seat as if it were something revolting.

Thinking of Millie, Beverley sighed. Her looks were average, and her manners lacked grace. To put it nicely, she was a "plain Jane"; to be blunt, she was "petty."

Her gaze inadvertently fell back on the scarf—

Hot pink, both tacky and outdated, no fancy packaging could save its inherent shoddiness.

She had to admit, coming from a humble background did have its limitations.

Recalling the gifts Roseanne used to give her—silk scarves, jewelry, handbags, each item exquisite and perfectly suited for her, it was clear they were chosen with care…

With that thought, Beverley mentally scoffed!

Why was she even thinking about that unfortunate thing?!

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"Ma'am, we're home."

As Beverley entered, Hertha greeted her, eyeing the elegantly wrapped box in her hands, expecting something marvelous.

But when opened, it revealed a hot pink scarf with uneven stitches that fell short of even the most basic standards of attractiveness.

"Mom, what's this monstrosity? What era is this from, and you're telling me you plan to wear this thing?"

Hertha pinched the scarf between her fingers, which seemed completely out of place with their home's aesthetic.