Chapter 97
After a whole lot of pestering from Sabrina Johnson, Amelia Johnson finally gave in and opened the gift box. She forced herself to act thrilled. "Wow, this is really pretty!" she exclaimed, putting on a show.
Watching Amelia pretend to be overjoyed, Sabrina stood there with a smirk, her eyes full of disdain.
Typical country bumpkin. Just an old dress I wore before and she’s acting like she won the lottery.
Tomorrow, you’ll be parading around in that old thing on your birthday. Let’s see how ‘grand’ your moment really is.
Once Sabrina left, Amelia wrinkled her nose in disgust, crumpled the dress into a ball, stuffed it back into the box, and kicked it under the bed. Out of sight, out of mind.
After tidying herself up, she headed downstairs.
The main hall had been decked out lavishly—seriously over-the-top.
And all because Damien Taylor was showing up for her birthday party. Richard Johnson had gone all out. Grace Williams and her daughter, Sabrina, were practically green with envy.
Grac

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