Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 122

"O-Okay." The sales rep's smile stiffened, unsure if she should say something in Miss Bianca's defense.

Talia opened the jewelry catalog again and pointed to a princess tiara. "For the jewelry, this style will do. Simple is best for a young girl. But this main stone is too small. I happen to have a pair of pink diamonds that will work."

"Miss, one main stone is enough for the tiara. Perhaps we could make a necklace for Miss Bianca with the other one? How about this princess necklace? It could be a gift for her eighteenth birthday."

Talia shook her head. "No need. Make two identical ones."

She had something much better in mind for Bianca's eighteenth birthday.

Back at Northwing Court, Talia hadn't rejected the Whitmore family's offer out of pride; she genuinely looked down on their pocket change. The jewelry Bianca would inherit in the future would rival that of a princess from the Yveron royal family. Hopefully, Damien wouldn't live to regret his actions.

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Alderwick, the old house.

Bianca, wearing flip-flops, pulled Vivienne by the hand, full of fighting spirit. "Vivienne, I found out that the little brat has been hiding in his room ever since the bedwetting incident was broadcast on TV. If we go now, we'll definitely get to see Mr. Marsh."

Vivienne listlessly held Little Stray. "And then what? You've hurt both of his grandsons in a row. Even if you see Mr. Marsh, what good will it do?"

Bianca paused, taking a moment to understand. She scratched her ear in embarrassment.

"That's a good point. What should we do then?" She frowned, rubbing her chin. "This is so weird. Why is nothing going smoothly? It's like everyone and everything is working against me."

Vivienne glanced up at the blazing sun and silently put on her baseball cap. "What else can we do? If the path is rough, you just walk it until it's smooth."

"And..." Bianca pointed to a bus stop sign covered in wisteria by the side of the road. "The flowers have bloomed."

Bianca's eyes were filled with confusion. She had walked this road back and forth for half a month, but today was the first time she'd noticed such a beautiful bus stop. She looked back at Vivienne. "Has it always been there?"

Vivienne's lips curved into a smile. "It has."

Before, Bianca couldn't see it because she was just cannon fodder. She only had the labels given to her by the plot: foolish, impulsive, angry. Those emotions made it impossible for her to see someone smiling at her from a bicycle, someone wanting to give her a free bowl of shaved ice, or the flowers blooming at the bus stop.

Even if this was just a fake world, beautiful things still existed.

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