From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Bunch Of Frauds

Chapter 89 Bunch Of Frauds

ELOISE.

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I leaner back, crossed my legs with a slow, deliberate grace that seemed to agitate Lillian even more. The silence at the table was heavy, like the air before the storm.

“You’re lying.” Lillian hissed, her hand flying to the Silver–moon pendant. “This was a gift from my father, and it close more than your life’s worth.” I caught Olivia’s eye. She looked worried, but I gave her a slight knowing wink. I reached out, not toward Lillian, but toward my cousin. I gently took Olivia’s wrist, lifting it so the light caught the simple gold band she wore.

“Look at this,” I said, my voice projecting just for the nearby tables to hear. “Olivia’s bracelet doesn’t have a designer stamp, and it isn’t flashy. But do you see the way the gold holds the light? It’s smooth and pure. It has the weight of something real. You can feel the craftsmanship from here.”

I let go of Olivia’s hand and turned my gaze back to Lillian, my smile thinning.

“Now, look at yours. The Silver–Moon diamond is supposed to have a blue–white refraction under these crystal chandeliers. Yours is throwing off a rainbow prism. That only happens with leaded glass or high–grade cubic zirconia. Not to mention the setting–the prongs are uneven. A jeweler wouldn’t let that leave the shop, but a street vendor would.” Lillian’s face drained of color, turning a sickly, ghostly white. Her fingers trembled against the stone. She knew I was right.

I’d spent enough time in the ends of the world to know what actual value looked like, and what desperate people used to hide their poverty.

“You… you’re just trying to humiliate me,” she stammered.

“No, darling,” I said coolly. “You did that to yourself when you tried to use a piece of glass to protect yourself because you were better than me. Plus,” I said, twirling my hair. “Your daddy must be going broke to have gotten something that cheap for you.” I finished off.

I saw her eyes widen at what I just said, but I didn’t dare. The other girls at the table–the vultures–suddenly looked very uncomfortable. They started shifting their bags and tucking their wrists under the table.

I saw it. The fear, they were all playing the same game.

I turned my head slowly, my eyes scanning the girl in the blue dress who had complained about the smell of a forest.

“Thats a lovely Birkin you have there,” I noted. “Or it would be, if the stitching on the handle wasn’t reinforced with nylon thread. Real Birkins use saddle–stitching with waxed linen. The way the leather is sagging? That isn’t calfskin, it’s pressed plastic,” the girl gasped, clutching her bag to her chest as if I’d just slapped her.

I didn’t stop there; I looked at the girl with perfectly curled hair. They asked for this, not me. They should have just kept quiet when Summer was trying to embarrass me. At least, Summer attempted to wear the real thing. At least sometimes.

“The watch? The ticking is too loud. A Patek Phillipe is silent, a masterpiece of engineering. Yours sounds like a heartbeat in a horror movie.”

One by one, the elite of the pack withered under my gaze. The table was a graveyard of exposed frauds. I could almost smell the panic coming off them–a sour metallic scent that was far more offensive than the dirt they accused me of bringing in.

“Is this what you call Civilization, Summer?” I asked, finally turning my attention to my adopted sister.

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11:47 am Ppp.

Chapter 89 Bunch Of Frauds

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Summer was cibrating with a mix of rage and sheer terror. She had invited me here to be the laughing stock, but instead, I was dismantling her entire social circle, piece by piece.

“Thats enough, Eloise!” Summer whispered harshly, her eyes darting around frantically to see who was listening “You’ve made your point, you’re being insulting.”

“Am I?” I tilted my head. “I thought we had an appraisal. Isn’t that what tonight is about? Determining the value of things?” I reached out before Summer coils react. My fingers are grazing the studs in her ears. She flinched, trying to pull away, but I was faster. I caught her chin, forcing her to look at me.

“The refraction is off, Summer,” I whispered. Just noticing it. “These aren’t diamonds. They are moissanite. High quality, sure, but still an imitation. Just like the sisterly love you pretend to have for me.”

I let go of her, and she nearly fell back in her chair. The table fell into a deadly silence. The golden daughter of the pack had been outed as a fraud by the very same person she was trying to belittle.

How tables turn.

“I guess birds of the same feather really do flock together,” I said, picking up my champagne flute.

“Fake people, fake jewels. It’s almost poetic.” The vultures looked like they wanted to vanish into the floorboards.

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