When my two childhood friends heard about it, they showed up uninvited to “help” and even brought my favorite strawberry cake to apologize.
“Amelia, you’ve been ignoring our messages. Are you still upset about that day?” Henry sighed.
“We didn’t mean to blame you. We were just worried you’d go down the wrong path. For people like us, reputation is everything,” Kristoff said.
I didn’t forgive them, but I allowed them to stay and help.
In our past lives, they owed me far too much. I didn’t need closure; I just wanted to part ways completely in this life.
After my parents passed, the once-prosperous Nicolas family fell into decline, leaving us vulnerable to scorn and bullying.
Now, my success was proof to the world that the Nicolas family had a future and was no longer to be trifled with.
Because of this, my grandmother took the banquet very seriously, attending to every detail.
On the day of the banquet, prominent figures from all over gathered to celebrate.
Sandy, dressed in a custom-made gown, entered with my childhood friends by her side.
Her eyes burned with envy as she took in the grand venue.