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“I’m using my own money.”
Zoe didn’t even glance at them.
Instantly, with just those words, the mother-daughter pair couldn’t say anything more.
“Zoe, where did you get the money?! Did you sell yourself?!”
I heard the resounding gasped echoing in the lobby.
Sophia pretended to covered her mouth and looked at Zoe apologetically as if she didn’t mean to say those words out loud.
Finally, Zoe looked at Sophia with silent mockery before shifting her gaze to Nicholas while tagging the corners of her mouth into a sneer.
“Where indeed?” She playfully said while looking intently at the man.
Nicholas cleared his throat.
“Sophie, it must be because Zoe sold some of her paintings.”
Sophia breathed a fake sigh of relief.
“Oh, maybe you’re right. But you can’t blame me to worry about her. Nick, look at her, seeing her like this. I can’t help but think that she became like this because she is hanging out with dangerous, uneducated people. It makes me worry.”
“Sophie, you are too nice.” Nicholas patted Sophia’s shoulder while consoling her.
The simple action was like a gesture of lovers. Sophia smugly held her chin as if letting Zoe know that the man she loves already had fallen for her.
“Miss Collin, the room is ready for you to try on your dress.” Said one of the staff.
Sophia’s eyes glinted as her smile brightened the whole room. She took off, totally forgotten all about us and followed the staff to one of the fitting rooms together with Emma and Nicholas.
But not before the man gave us a malicious smirked.
“How on earth did you even fell on a guy like that?” I asked after some time that the three left.
“I don’t know. Maybe because I was blind? And naive? And idiotic? And desperate?”
I took a long glanced at Zoe, trying to discern her expression. Yet, all I could see was calmness, not a trace of unhappiness, hatred nor jealousy.
It must be tough living in that kind of family, surrounded by enemies all the time.
I guess her heart must be hard as steel by now.
“What?” Zoe hummed after a while that I was just staring at her.
I shook my head.
“Miss Lee, Miss Collin, sorry for the wait. Mr. Z will see you now.” The reception lady announced.
Zoe and I glanced at each other, and then stood up and followed the reception lady into the room where Ana just went into earlier.
The room was spacious, pastel silver colored with only a working table, a chair, a full-length mirror and a princess couch.
At the center of it all stood Ana and a bald tanned guy with glasses and piercings in one ear. He had a tribal tattoo on his head up to his eyes. He was tall and slim, and at one glance, he didn’t look like a man but a bald lady instead.
This is Z O’nier?
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