Awkwardness hung in the air until a woman next to Isabella chimed in.
“Our Isabella is the true daughter of the Bennetts. Not only does she run a division of the Bennett Group, but she’s also a renowned jewelry designer. As for Sophia Bennett, she’s nothing compared to Isabella.”
The moment I heard that arrogant voice, I knew it was my old nemesis. I never imagined she would one day be flattering Isabella like this.
Daniel, sitting next to me, looked displeased for just a moment. But I knew he wouldn’t speak up for me—he was the illegitimate son of the Carter family, with no say since childhood.
Just then, girl number 7 began singing, and the atmosphere in the lounge grew lively again.
Taking the chance, I excused myself to fetch more drinks, hoping to slip away quickly.
“Number 18.”
Adrian suddenly called out to me.
“Could you pour me a drink?”
My hands trembled as I filled his glass and handed it over.
“Thank you.”
He glanced at me once, showing no recognition, his eyes moving on indifferently.
Of course he wouldn’t recognize me. I never wore makeup before, and now with my heavy layers, even I barely recognized myself.
I forced a bitter smile, mocking myself, and turned to leave.