Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 267

"Honestly, this woman is wearing a blue dress too. Even if you can't change your outfit, the least you could do is take off the brooch."

This social circle harbored an inherent, vicious hostility toward any woman who lacked a formal title.

Naturally, they banded together to "help out" one of their own.

Raelynn almost wanted to laugh. Did these self-righteous socialites realize they were aggressively defending... a mistress?

If it were anyone else, being publicly shamed and cornered by so many people would have been mortifying. Most would have fled in tears.

But not Raelynn.

She calmly took her seat and countered, "If you all claim it's a couple's set, why isn't Ms. Vance wearing one?"

Seraphina's lips pressed into a tight, thin line.

She glared darkly at Raelynn, raw irritation flooding her chest.

"Her dress is already perfectly color-coordinated. Besides, Ms. Vance didn't wear hers because the brooch's design doesn't match the neckline of her gown. Mr. Croix specifically wore the sapphire to complement her dress. That's more than enough. It's their own private romance."

Raelynn knew full well that when people wanted to find fault with her, they would twist any logic to make it fit.

She shifted her gaze to Sebastian, who hadn't engaged in the women's squabble at all.

His posture remained unchanged.

He didn't seem the least bit bothered that they were the center of the gossip.

And while Raelynn was being attacked, condemned, and ordered to yield by taking off her brooch, he showed absolutely no reaction. It was as if he agreed with them.

But the truth was...

Her brooch had absolutely nothing to do with him.

It was a gift from Ian Hudson, a genuine present brought back from his travels. She wasn't about to let a bunch of strangers fabricate a scandalous story and trample all over it.

"If Mr. Croix is so displeased, he's more than welcome to throw his away to save his precious Ms. Vance's face," Raelynn said. Her tone was completely steady, but the words were a veiled blade.

A delayed, stinging strike.

Only then did Sebastian finally turn his gaze toward her.

Before he could respond, Seraphina casually reached out and lightly brushed her fingers against the sapphire on Sebastian's lapel. With a soft, magnanimous smile, she said, "There's no need. It's just a minor detail, no reason to blow things out of proportion. I quite like this style on Sebastian. We specifically picked it out because it suits him so well."

A chorus of admiration rippled through the onlookers: "Ms. Vance is so graceful."

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