The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 132

132 Chapter 132 The Clostest Woman

Blanche’s POV 1

The next morning, I wrapped up my early shift.

Amara swung by to collect me, dragging me off for a complete makeover. Running late, the makeup artist worked quickly, keeping

everything sleek and simple.

Amara picked out a white strapless gown that hugged my body perfectly. The fabric flowed down to my ankles, hiding my legs

completely, but the fitted bodice left just enough skin exposed to catch attention.

Even after having Carry, my figure hadn’t lost its appeal–my curves were pronounced, my waist narrow and enticing.

Once I was fully transformed–flawless makeup, killer heels–Amara just stared at me.

“Blanche, you look absolutely incredible. Zain doesn’t deserve someone like you,” Amara linked her arm through mine, teasing.

I stared at my reflection, almost not recognizing myself.

After years of marriage to Zain, he’d never once brought me to a party or gala. I’d barely dressed up like this in years.

My usual everyday look was nothing compared to tonight. Draped in this elegant gown, my hair flowing down my back, I radiated a soft,

feminine allure.

When we reached the venue, the place was already.packed.

Tonight’s affair had everything–runway shows, dancing, business networking areas, and a kids‘ section loaded with treats and games.

The moment Amara and I walked in, I spotted Zain across the room in a crisp black tuxedo, Joanna clinging to his arm in a stunning red

cocktail dress that commanded attention.

Joanna had her arm threaded through Zain’s as they headed upstairs, probably for some business meeting. Down in the snack area, two

children sat chatting.

The little boy leaned closer and asked, “Is that gorgeous woman in red your mom?”

The little girl was Carry, and since both kids had their backs to the entrance, they hadn’t seen Amara and me arrive.

Carry considered this, then answered truthfully, “No, she’s just my daddy’s friend.”

The boy’s eyes widened. “Really? You two seem super close though.”

Carry bit into her cupcake, swinging her legs, chin lifted with pride. “She’s like my mom though, maybe even better than my real mom.”

The boy pressed on, curious, “What about your actual mom? I’ve never seen her at school pickup. Is she dead?”

Carry froze mid–bite, then whispered, “Pretty much.”

Behind them, Amara and I heard every single word they exchanged.

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I felt a pang in my chest hearing Carry talk about me that way, but I wasn’t angry.

Amara, however, couldn’t stay quiet and called out sharply, “Carry?”

Carry spun around and saw us standing there.

She quickly looked down, embarrassed, but stayed silent.

After Carry was born, I’d made Amara her godmother.

Amara might be a hopeless romantic in relationships, but when it came to Carry, she was devoted–never holding back her love.

Back then, Carry adored me and was especially attached to Amara. Now, she wouldn’t even acknowledge Amara’s presence.

The little boy turned too. Seeing Carry’s silence, he said, “Carry, why won’t you say hello? Miss Suzanne always tells us to be polite and

greet people properly.”

Carry’s face flushed red. She hopped off her chair and snapped at him, “Mind your own business!”

Then she pinched the boy hard and ran off.

The boy cried out in pain and started sobbing.

Amara looked at me and asked, “Aren’t you going to do something about Carry’s behavior?”

I sighed helplessly. “Do you honestly think she’d listen to me?”

Remembering how Carry hadn’t even called me ‘mom‘ just now, Amara finally gave up. “You’re right. She’ll have to learn on her own.”

Even though I said I wouldn’t interfere, I was genuinely worried. I watched the direction Carry had fled, concern written all over my face.

I didn’t need my daughter to become someone extraordinary, but I hoped she wouldn’t grow up rude and aggressive. Unfortunately,

Carry ignored everything I said anyway.

‘No point stressing about it. Worrying won’t fix anything, I thought.

The little boy rubbed his arm where Carry had pinched him, sniffling quietly. At least he wasn’t loud enough to cause a scene.

A waiter approached Amara. “Excuse me, miss, your party is waiting upstairs.”

Amara nodded. “Right, I’m coming.”

She turned to me. “Blanche, I have a business meeting upstairs about a potential partnership. I’ll be back shortly. Just relax in the lobby

and grab some food.”

I smiled and nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll be perfectly fine.”

Once Amara disappeared upstairs, I walked over to the still–sniffling little boy. I knelt down, gently dabbed his tears with a tissue, and

coaxed, “Come on now, big boys don’t cry, do they?”

The boy was still shaky but had stopped crying. He looked up at me and said sweetly, “Wow, lady, you’re so beautiful–way prettier than

the woman in the red dress.”

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My heart fluttered, warmth spreading through my chest. I never expected a child to say I was more attractive than Joanna.

I gently stroked his head. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

The little boy held out his arms, eyes still red–rimmed. “Lady, can I have a hug?”

Being a mother myself, I couldn’t resist those pleading eyes. I picked him up, sat down, and settled him on my lap.

“How about I apologize for that little girl hurting you?” I said softly.

The boy blinked his big, innocent eyes. “No, lady, it’s not your fault. When I get back to school, I’ll tell Miss Suzanne, and she’ll talk to her

about it.”

I laughed quietly. “Alright, we’ll do that then.”

Carry might ignore me, but she still listened to her teacher.

The little boy tilted his head and asked earnestly, “Lady, can I add you on social media?”

Before I could respond, a commotion erupted near the entrance. I glanced over and saw Vincent walking in with a woman, crowds

gathering around them.

It was the same woman who’d been in Vincent’s passenger seat last night. Tonight, she wore an elegant gown, an emerald bracelet

catching the light, her hair styled in a sophisticated half–updo. Her heels made her already long, slender legs look even more stunning.

Her figure was like something from a fantasy–curves in all the right places, sleek everywhere else.

With her arm linked through Vincent’s, they made their grand entrance, surrounded by admirers. Their arrival had women throughout

the room shooting envious glares.

The moment Vincent entered, he spotted me holding the little boy. His expression darkened slightly.

But he quickly looked away, engaging in polite conversation with the people trying to impress him–though his disinterest was obvious.

People raised their glasses, stealing glances at Vincent’s companion. “Mr. Aarav, who’s this gorgeous woman you’ve brought tonight?”

Vincent smiled, his eyes gleaming with meaning, and replied, “She’s the woman who stays by my side, day in and day out.”

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