Claire watched Adah's flustered expression, feeling nothing but a sense of satisfaction. There was not a trace of sympathy in her heart.
Just as she was about to close the door, Adah, seemingly having made up her mind, held it open.
"Claire, there's an auction at Cresthaven this evening, and Heir Foster will be attending. Your mother prepared a dress for you, hoping you could see your future husband in person."
"And so? If I'm not satisfied after meeting him, will you call off the marriage?"
Adah remained silent.
The marriage had been a decision made unilaterally by the Linwood family on Claire's behalf. Claire had no right to refuse.
Whether she agreed or not, she was destined to marry him.
So, what difference did it make if she met him or not?
Adah wanted to sacrifice her for the marriage alliance but didn't want to bear the stigma of selling her daughter for personal gain. That's why she spoke so grandiloquently and pretended to care for her, acting like a hypocrite.
Even if Adah openly showed her indifference, Claire wouldn't be so annoyed.
She neither loved Claire nor genuinely cared for her; she gave her false hopes only to push her into the fire time and again.
Claire was just like a puppet, manipulated by the Linwood family, and that was the most infuriating part.
Claire's eyes were clear; she had long seen through everything. Adah's face flushed red with embarrassment.
Claire said nothing more and reached into a shopping bag to pull out the dress. It was a red strapless gown, simple in design, conventional in style, and looked like it had been casually bought from a department store just for show.
Even the pretense was done with such little care.
"Mrs. Linwood is truly considerate." Claire emphasized the word "considerate" with heavy sarcasm.
Adah caught onto the obvious mockery and forced a smile. "If you don't like it, Claire, your mother can pick another one for you."
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