Some sharp-eyed guests recognized her as the infamous simpleton of Meawood City. They exclaimed in disbelief, “Oh my, is that Harriet?”
The collective gasp and shock from the guests were palpable.
‘Harriet? That simpleton?
‘The notorious girl, who always paints her face deathly white and adorns herself with gaudy accessories? The one who believes that she is a celestial being?’
No one knew that when Harriet dressed up, she looked so stunning.
“Come on, you call that beautiful? Just wait until you see her sister, Nora, the top beauty in Meawood City,” someone scoffed.
Nora’s adorers echoed his words.
However, when Nora, dressed in a maid’s outfit, came in afterwards, those people felt as though they had been slapped in the face.
It was especially true for those who had just praised Nora as a rare beauty Meawood City hadn’t seen for a decade.
How could such a woman, dressed so plainly and untidily, be considered the most beautiful woman in Meawood City?
“The most beautiful woman in Meawood City? What a joke!” someone said.
“Ha-ha, she can’t even be compared to Harriet. The gap in their beauty is huge.”
The shift in public opinion and the harsh ridicule toward Nora didn’t stir any feelings in Harriet’s heart.
She was anxiously searching for Delbert in the crowd.
She was afraid that after last night’s happening, he wouldn’t come to this engagement party.
What if Delbert, in this lifetime, didn’t want to marry her?
Nora fumed with anger, her knuckles turning white and her nails digging into the flesh of her palms.
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