Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

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The crowd whispered among themselves, and someone could be heard saying, “Opening the first dance at Madam Eleanor’s birthday party… That says a lot about how much she favors that young lady ”

“Absolutely. Just look at the way Madam Eleanor looks at her will pure admiration.”

Another chimed in, “And dancing with Mr. Sinclair himself? Thats to mean something, right?”

“Isn’t he a father? No one’s ever confined who the child’s mother is. What if it’s h

her? What if she’s the future Mrs. Sinclair?–

“She’s stunning and incredibly talented. No wonder he’s loept her out of the public eye. Anyone would want to protect a woman

Now like that.”

Anathea listened to the speculative murmurs around her, her expression unreadable. However, Isabel was furious. She didn’t care how talented or beautiful Natalie was–being a homewrecker was still disgusting

And now, Natalie had the audacity to take Gregory’s hand and dance with him in front of everyone, as if declaring herself the rightful Mrs. Sinclair.

“She’s unbelievable! I need to put her in her place!” Isabel clenched her fists, about to storm forward when Anathea grabbed her

Wrist

“Anathea, what are you doing?” Isabel shot her an incredulous look. “I’m doing this for you!”

“Don’t be reckless,” Anathea said calmly. “This is a Sinclair family event, and everyone is watching.”

It Isabel caused a scene now, it wouldn’t just be about her standing up for Anathea–it would be a scandal that could taint the family’s reputation. Eleanor’s birthday would be ruined, and Holden, as the head of the family, wouldn’t take that lightly. Holden’s influence was undeniable. Even Isabel’s mother had to show him respect. If Isabel went too far and angered him, the consequences wouldn’t be pretty.

Hence, the best move was to avoid unnecessary conflict. That was what Anathea believed, and that was what she tried to convince Isabel of

Isabel slowly exhaled, trying to calm herself. She knew Anathea was right, but it still burned her up inside. She was angry that, despite being the one who’d been betrayed, Anathea still had to stand back and be the bigger person, letting Natalie flaunt her relationship with Gregory in front of everyone.

What infuriated Isabel even more was how familiar this whole situation felt. It was exactly how that other woman had swooped in and stolen her ex–boyfriend of seven years.

Was this just the nature of mistresses? Did they all carry the same kind of shameless arrogance?

Meanwhile, Natalie stood before Gregory, a soft, shy smile on her face. “Greg, Eleanor’s made a request of us. We wouldn’t want to disappoint her, would we?”

Eleanor gave Gregory a knowing look, her voice light but insistent. Nat has already taken the first step, Gregory. Don’t let me down now.”

Gregory was s

silent for a moment before responding with a faint hum. Then, he stood and extended his hand toward Natalie.

The moment Natalie placed her hand in his, the room fell silent. Almost immediately after, the first notes of a violin melody filled the air.

Under the admiring gazes of the crowd, Gregory and Natalie began heir waltz. Their steps were fluid and graceful.

Gregory led the dance, steady and firm as he guided Natalie through each turn. Natalie’s movements were light and effortless, her gown billowing with each spin like the petals of a blooming blue rose.

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