The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 87

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Watching Brie put on that porcelain act, Cassia’s blue eyes held a faint, unreadable sneer. She said, cool as ice, “You heard her, right? It wasn’t my fault. She admitted she was in the wrong.”

Victoria nearly lost her polished society composure on the spot from sheer rage.

“I–huff-” She pressed a palm to her chest, breathing hard, glaring at Cassia.

“Grandma, don’t be mad–you’ll make yourself sick. Cassia really didn’t bully me. She just misunderstood. I brought a few dresses for her to wear to my birthday party, and she thought I did it on purpose, giving her my old clothes. She even said … she said she wants to buy a new dress too.”

Brie’s

eyes

shimmered with tears as she spoke.

Hearing that, Victoria instantly decided why Cassia must have “bullied” Brie–simple jealousy -because Brie could buy a new dress.

Victoria stepped infront of the bed, face set. “It’s not that I won’t give you money for new clothes. You heard what your father said in the car…”

In the past, she wouldn’t have bothered explaining so much to Cassia. Now, for the company’s sake–she felt infuriating.

“Our monthly income is limited. A portion has to go toward cultivating Brie, so don’t blame me for playing favorites-”

“Done yet?” Cassia lifted her lashes, voice glacial.

Victoria’s words jammed in her throat.

After a beat, Victoria flicked a glance at the dresses in Brie’s arms.

She didn’t want to stand here staring at Cassia’s infuriating face, but she had her social standing to consider. If Cassia wore Victoria’s clothes to Brie’s party, what would people think of the Woods? Where would her face be?

So, she forced herself to say, “Brie was thinking of you. You can’t show up to a birthday party in a school uniform. The dresses she brought–I looked at them. Last year’s pieces can be worn maybe, but they’re not out of season. Still perfectly wearable.”

Cassia knit her brows, eyeing the pile.

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“Her size fits me? If I’m not mistaken, she’s an A… the ‘nothing there‘ kind.”

At that, Brie felt her chest go hollow.

She was an A, true–but she usually padded to look like a B.

She’d go thicker if she could, but with fewer outfits, it’d be too obvious.

She let her gaze travel over Cassia.

Cassia had everything, all in proportion–especially now, lounging there with that lazy, wicked, innocent look that has its own kind of lure.

Like a flawless showpiece.

“Since it’s her ‘kindness,‘ leave them here,” Cassia yawned, suddenly drowsy.

She accepted them?

Brie blinked. “But you just said the size doesn’t fit?”

“It doesn’t. And not just there.”

Brie was 5 feet 4 inches, petite. Cassia was 5 feet 8 inches, all long, straight legs–something Brie could never compete with.

“No worry. If I can’t wear them, I’ll use them to mop the floor. Can’t waste your thoughtful gesture, right?” Cassia’s lips hooked, the smile pure mockery.

What? Mop the floor with these? They were designer–even off–season, hardly cheap.

Honestly, she could list them secondhand and still make pocket money.

She’d never meant to give them to Cassia. This was for fun–for payback–to humiliate her.

To make Cassia miserable, Brie will feel great.

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