Chapter 34

Back at the manor, both she and Justine had changed into their formal gowns. One in blue, one in white—the contrast made them both stand out, though Elizabeth kept things subtly elegant. Arm in arm, the two of them walked into the hotel, instantly drawing everyone's attention. "Isn't that Miss Webb? And she's with Elizabeth?" "Gosh, they're both stunning. I don't even know where to look." "Elizabeth looks like a real heiress. That Isabella? Please, she's a joke." Among the envious looks, two especially spiteful ones came from Sophia and Isabella. Sophia's fists clenched tight as she bit her lip, her face stiff with anger. Isabella, curled up on a chair holding her stomach, looked even worse the moment she heard someone say she wasn't as pretty as Elizabeth. Already drained, she almost passed out from the fury. That witch. She wanted nothing more than to rip that face to shreds. Justine led Elizabeth to greet her grandma, and afterward they settled into a spot near the center. "Elizabet