From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 468

Violet adjusted her collar and smoothed her hair, trying to mask her nerves. "Do I look okay?" she asked, her voice slightly trembling.

This wasn't an act; she was genuinely anxious. What if Carole turned out to be difficult?

Nanson nodded reassuringly. "You look perfect, absolutely stunning!"

Violet looped her arm through Nanson's. "Let's go in, then."

"Alright." Nanson knocked on the door.

Outside, Violet was a bundle of nerves, but inside, Carole wasn't faring much better. This was the first time Nanson was bringing a girlfriend home.

Carole placed the freshly sliced fruit on the table. Just then, a knock echoed through the air.

Little White, their family dog, trotted over to the door.

"I'll get it! I'll get it! Little White, go get Annie out here!" Carole instructed quickly.

"Sure," Little White seemed to understand and padded off to the other room.

Carole hurried over to answer the door.

"Hey, sis," Nanson greeted with a warm smile.

Violet echoed him, "Hello, sis."

Carole responded with a nod, her smile slightly stiffening as she looked at Violet. The girl was indeed beautiful and graceful, but there was something oddly familiar about her.

It was like she had seen her somewhere before.

Suddenly, it clicked. Wasn't this the woman she had witnessed slapping a sales associate in the department store just yesterday? Could it really be her, or was she mistaken?

Carole furrowed her brow slightly, trying to shake off the uncertainty. Despite the dubious first impression, Carole opted for politeness. After all, guests were to be treated with courtesy. "Come on in," she said with a smile.

What if she was wrong? She couldn’t unjustly accuse an innocent woman.

Living with her sister and niece, Carole couldn’t afford such luxuries. It was obvious Violet was using Nanson’s money.

As they moved to the living room, Carole directed Nanson, "Offer Ms. White some fruit."

Nanson nodded and handed Violet a slice of watermelon. "Make yourself at home. Help yourself to anything you'd like."

Violet accepted the watermelon with a smile. "You can call me Violet, or just Vi. Ms. White feels too formal."

Nanson chimed in, "Yes, yes, we’re all family here. No need for formalities." He was serious about Violet, otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought her home so soon.

Family? After yesterday's events, Carole found it hard to warm up to Violet. Something about her just didn’t feel right.

Carole sipped her tea, trying to mask her discomfort. "You’ve only known each other for three months; isn’t it a bit early to talk about family?"

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Violet's face, though inside, she was fuming. How dare this woman, living off others’ kindness, treat her with such disdain!

Nanson was puzzled as well. Carole was usually so easygoing, but today she seemed different.