Chapter 49

Julia was in great spirits. Although she never had a daughter, Cassandra filled that void perfectly. She picked out two more outfits—it was a fruitful shopping trip. Beatrice, on the other hand, looked at herself in the mirror. She was dressed head to toe in luxury brands, yet standing next to Julia, she came across as nothing but a tacky upstart. Her entire appearance lacked any genuine elegance or refinement. The two outfits Clara had chosen for Beatrice were overly colorful and gaudy. Just looking at them was irritating. As a result, Beatrice even started finding Clara increasingly unpleasant. Noticing Beatrice's dark expression, Clara didn't dare say a word. She silently complained—this old hag is impossible to please. But when she thought about Aidan, she held back her frustration. Watching Julia and Cassandra leave happily only fueled Beatrice's rage. Cassandra was such a thorn in her side. How had she managed to charm Julia so effortlessly? Fuming, she tossed the clothe