Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27 

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Chapter 27 

Dvy glared at Elene and was frustrated by her naivety. “How dare you say that? Have you forgotten what I told you that night? 

“Evelyn is still useful to the Wiley family. If we want to connect with more powerful people, she’s our key to opening those doors” “But what about me?” Elene cried bitterly. “I’m also a daughter of the Wiley family, so why does everything have to depend on Evelyn?” 

Dy hadn’t expected Elene to think that way. She was stunned for a moment, but quickly walked over and took her hand. “It’s not that we rely on Evelyn for everything, but rather that I don’t want you to suffer. 

“Do you think clinging to the rich and powerful is easy? You’ve always been my precious baby, cherished and protected. 

“I worry about you getting hurt, about you facing any kind of hardship. I’ve always chosen the best for you,” by said as she wiped away Elene’s tears and smoothed her hair. “The Willey family isn’t prominent. If you marry someone rich, you’ll likely be mistreated by your in–laws. Do you understand what I’m saying?” 

Elene nodded in confusion, but the thought of me deliberately flaunting in front of her earlier still filled her with anger. 

The next morning, the home was buzzing with activity from top to bottom. After walking up naturally, I was immediately pulled into a whirlwind of skincare, makeup, and hairstyling by the team that had been brought in. 

Feeling exhausted from all the fuss, I closed my eyes and pretended to nap. 

I didn’t know how much time had passed when I heard a maid say, “Ms. Elene, please go rest somewhere else. Ms. Evelyn is very busy and has no time to attend to you.” Upon hearing this, I opened my eyes. The moment I did so, I realized that Elene was looking in my direction. 

She quickly averted her gaze guiltly and hurried back to her room. I frowned and glanced around the room, where the wardrobe assistant was busy ironing my dress “What was Elene doing here?” 

“Ms. Elene just came in to take a look and lett,” answered the maid while handing me a wrist corsage. 

I nodded, saying nothing more 

After nearly six hours of preparation, I was finally dressed, dolled up, and ready. 

The dress had already drawn praise last night when I tried it on, but now, with my hair styled in soft, large waves to match the outfit and a flawlessly applied makeup look, everyone seemed even more pleased. 

The stylist, who seemed to have trained abroad, took my hand and placed a Eight kiss on it, saying, “Ms. Wiley, you’re my finest client. If you ever need styling again, please call me —I’ll give you a huge discount” 

Amused by the stylist, I smiled and nodded. “Sure. I’ll definitely call you next time.” 

At 7:30 pm. 

the banquet began. I stood at the entrance with Jack and Ivy, greeting the guests as they arrived. 

People came and went, offering compliments and flattering remarks, with several wealthy ladies particularly enthusiastic in their praise.