Chapter 4

"M-Mrs. Jefferson?" Dumbfounded, Gavin's friends quickly added. I heard them loud and clear earlier—they'd been calling Isabelle the same thing earlier. It seemed like Gavin had been sneaking her along to parties with his friends behind my back all these while. Isabelle burst out laughing and playfully teased, "You guys are always joking! Now that Tiffany is here, I'd like to see you try talking your way out of this!" Gavin's friends exchanged glances. All of a sudden, they were at a loss for words. Gavin looked equally embarrassed. He gave them a half-hearted warning, "Stop being disrespectful! Hurry up and get in!" Only then did the topic end. … I followed them into the private room and was shocked by the grandeur of the interior. There was even a multiple-tiered birthday cake with a huge "Happy birthday, Princess Belle!" written on it. It was vivid and eye-catching, so dazzling that I could hardly look away. I couldn't help but recall how Gavin had always bought discounted