Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Since when did beggars start shopping at luxury boutiques?

Nora’s smile faltered slightly, though the question didn’t surprise her.

Ever since her dinner with Aaron, everyone seemed curious about what would happen next. Most of the interest had started with Florine, who had somehow become close to Olivia’s and Polly’s mothers and hadn’t been shy about mentioning the blind date.

"I did hear from him," Nora said, forcing a casual smile. "He said he’s looking forward to seeing me again."

The lie came smoothly.

There was no way she was going to admit that Aaron hadn’t contacted her after their date. While she wasn’t particularly bothered by his silence, she had no intention of losing face in front of her friends.

"Good," Olivia said with a nod. "It’s about time you moved on from Kevin."

There was a hint of displeasure in her voice.

Ever since the incident at school, Olivia had felt genuinely sorry for Nora. From her perspective, Nora had been unfairly dragged into a mess created by her sister, and Kevin had only made things worse by directing his anger at Nora instead of the person truly responsible.

"Olivia’s right," Polly agreed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "You shouldn’t blame yourself for being honest. Honestly, I still can’t believe so many people fell for Ivy’s innocent act."

Her tone dripped with disdain.

Nora lowered her eyes to hide the satisfaction flickering within them.

Having friends who trusted her so completely had always worked in her favor.

Still, she kept her expression gentle and composed.

"Maybe," Nora said softly. "But I still think I owe Kevin a proper apology. Things got out of hand, and I don’t like leaving misunderstandings unresolved."

Olivia immediately sighed.

"See? That’s exactly what I mean. You’re always thinking about other people’s feelings."

"And that’s why we’re friends with you," Polly added. "Most people would’ve just moved on by now."

Nora smiled modestly.

Inside, however, she found their unwavering faith in her almost amusing.

The three women continued walking through the mall, chatting as they browsed the luxury stores lining the corridor.

Soon, they approached a high-end boutique.

Just as they were about to enter, Polly suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Her eyes widened as she stared through the glass entrance.

"Are my eyes deceiving me?" she muttered.

Olivia followed her gaze.

"What?"

Polly pointed toward the interior of the store.

"Since when did beggars start shopping at luxury boutiques?"

Her voice wasn’t particularly loud, but it carried enough disdain to make both Nora and Olivia turn toward the person she was staring at.

***

Meanwhile, Ivy was standing in front of a rack of evening gowns, absentmindedly flipping through the dresses.

Her hand paused when she noticed the price tag attached to one of them.

Her eyes widened.

Good grief... the price of this dress could support me for years.

She stared at the elegant piece of fabric in disbelief.

To her, it looked like just another dress.

Sure, it was beautiful, but not that beautiful.

The number on the tag, however, made her suddenly feel very poor.

"Madam, would you like to try this one on?" a sales associate asked politely, drawing Ivy out of her thoughts.

Ivy blinked and looked up.

Fashion had never been her strong suit. Normally, she would’ve avoided a store like this altogether.

Unfortunately, Xander had practically dragged her here.

And then, after insisting she pick something she liked, he had disappeared to answer a phone call.

Where did he even go?

Before she could continue her search for him, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Maybe you should ask whether she can actually afford those dresses before offering them to her."

Ivy’s expression froze.

Slowly, she turned around.

The moment she saw who was approaching, her eyes turned cold.

Polly, Olivia, and Nora.

What a coincidence.

Or perhaps not.

Polly folded her arms and looked Ivy up and down.

"Did you forget where you came from, Ivy?" she asked mockingly. "From working as a waitress to shopping in luxury boutiques. You’ve certainly moved up in the world."

Ivy raised an eyebrow.

Then memories surfaced.

Polly.

One of Nora’s closest followers.

One of the girls who had made Ivy’s life miserable in the past.

Recognition flashed in her eyes.

"Excuse me?" Ivy said calmly.

"Oh, come on," Polly continued. "Do you even have the money to buy anything here? Or are you just wasting everyone’s time?"

"And the staff’s time," Olivia added with a dismissive glance. "Luxury stores aren’t exactly places for window-shopping."

Ivy couldn’t help rolling her eyes.

And here’s the second one.

Her gaze eventually landed on Nora, who stood quietly behind her friends.

A faint smile tugged at Ivy’s lips.

No wonder they’re acting so bold.

The sales associate assisting Ivy immediately stepped forward.

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