Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 20

**Paths Lead To Purpose — Kevin Masters**
**Chapter 20**

Ophelia had always been aware of her grandfather’s existence, but the man himself had become something of a distant figure in her life. Since her grandmother’s passing, he had retreated into the shadows of solitude, choosing to inhabit the vast, echoing halls of the old manor alone. The once vibrant home had transformed into a sanctuary of silence, where the whispers of memories lingered like ghosts.

He had developed a profound aversion to noise, preferring the company of his own thoughts over that of family. The gatherings that once filled the manor with laughter and warmth had dwindled to a mere annual event: his birthday party. It was a somber occasion where her uncles and aunts would dutifully appear to pay their respects, but it felt more like an obligation than a celebration.

As Ophelia contemplated attending, a knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach. If she chose not to go, there was a genuine possibility that she might not see him again for an extended period. Her parents’ encouraging glances were impossible to ignore; it was clear they wanted her to be there, to reconnect with the family legacy.

With a reluctant nod, she finally relented. “Alright then. What does Grandpa like? Perhaps I can prepare something special for him.”

Adrian’s face broke into a warm, approving smile, his eyes sparkling with pride. “You really don’t need to prepare anything extravagant. Just your presence at home will be the most precious gift he could ever ask for.”

Victoria chimed in with a soft, nurturing tone, “Yes, sweetheart. I’ll handle the gift. You focus on just being there. That’s all that matters.”

Before Ophelia could respond, Zoe interjected, her brow furrowed in a feigned contemplation. “So, Ophelia’s going to the party too?”

“But the weekend is nearly upon us,” she continued, her voice laced with a mix of concern and subtle criticism. “My brothers and I ordered our gowns and suits from Caterina months ago. If Ophelia places an order now, it’ll be far too late.”

She paused for effect, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. “With only a few days left, forget about Caterina; even other major brands won’t have time to custom-fit a dress. And imagine the embarrassment if Ophelia shows up without an appropriate gown, especially with all those important people attending.”

Her words were wrapped in a veneer of worry, but the underlying jab was unmistakable. It was a reminder to Ophelia that she might have to settle for something less than ideal—perhaps a second-tier brand or an off-the-rack option that wouldn’t do justice to the occasion.

Victoria frowned, a look of realization dawning on her face. “You’re right, Zoe. I hadn’t considered that aspect at all.”

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