Every time I helped Archer and his friends, they would politely thank me, and I thought we were friends. But this was how they really saw me?
Yes, I admitted I dreamed of marrying a handsome, wealthy man who adored me. Because I was poor.
Every girl thought that way.
It was just a thought. What great sin had I committed?
What was so unforgivable that they would talk about me like this?
I bit my lip, awkwardly unsure whether to step inside. Peering through the door, I looked eagerly at Archer, hoping he would speak up for me.
"Other than her looks, Ashley's got nothing," Archer said flatly. "She's no match for Sienna."
Others admired, "Yes, Sienna Blair may be from humble origins, but she's pure and principled, never swayed by money or power. She truly has integrity."
In the spacious private room, several wealthy young men had a nostalgic expression, clearly fond of Sienna Blair.
"Ashley is just Sienna's stand-in," a girl said disdainfully.
I felt as if struck by lightning.
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I pushed the door open and entered; they immediately ceased their chatter. As I handed them their things, everyone politely thanked me.