Or did he think I wasn't miserable enough yet?
On the day of the birthday banquet, many guests arrived.
I hid in a corner, trying to make myself invisible.
But someone still recognized me.
"Isn't that the princess of the Phillips family? How did she end up like this?"
"Princess? She's just a shameless tramp. She should know her place. How dare she set her sights on Mr. Phillips? She deserved to be sent to the countryside to fend for herself."
"No wonder she's dressed like a country bumpkin. Anyone would think she's a beggar who snuck in."
Scornful gazes cut through me like blades. I clenched my fists.
Just as I was about to leave, Dylan walked over with Ella.
Ella had grown up with Dylan. Their families had always wanted to match them up.
Ella looked me over in surprise. "Chloe, why aren't you wearing the dress?"
Dylan glanced at my shirt and pants, then said coldly, "There's a limit to how willful you can be. Don't you know how important today's banquet is?"
Ella gently tugged at Dylan. "Come on, don't be mad. I shouldn't have assumed and sent Chloe the dress. Maybe she didn't like it, so she didn't wear it."
So, she was the one who sent the dress.