The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 209
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The next morning, after freshening up, Citrine picked out a dress for Amelia from the walk-in closet.
“Wilma took your clothes to be washed. Wear this one instead.” She held the dress up to Amelia, comparing it against her frame, then nodded approvingly. “Looks great on you.”
Amelia’s eyes lit up at the sight of the dress, but the excitement faded almost instantly.
She asked hesitantly, “Citrine, is this dress really expensive?”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s not expensive at all,” Citrine replied honestly. She’d bought this dress herself; it had only cost a few dozen dollars.
Knowing how Amelia could be, Citrine had deliberately chosen something simple, not wanting her friend to feel like a burden.
“Thank you, Citrine.” Relieved by the answer, Amelia went to change.
The Lawsons didn’t have much money, and Amelia had never owned a pretty dress. Most of her clothes were the kind you could wear year-round—long sleeves and jeans, nothing fancy.
This was her very first time wearing a dress, and she felt awkward, almost embarrassed. She looked at Citrine uncertainly. “How do I look?”
“You look beautiful. Dresses really suit you,” Citrine said with a warm smile.
After the two girls finished getting ready, they headed downstairs.
Raymond was sitting on the couch, watching the morning news. When he saw Citrine, he immediately stood up and asked Wilma to bring out breakfast.
It was Amelia’s first time seeing Citrine’s father up close, and she suddenly felt out of her depth.
Turns out, the powerful men on TV weren’t so different in real life.
She was face-to-face with the most successful man in Havencrest. Stiffening her back, Amelia bowed deeply, nearly ninety degrees. “Good morning, sir. I’m Citrine’s friend. Sorry for intruding last night.”
Citrine was startled and hurried to pull her upright.
“If you’re Citrine’s friend, you’re always welcome here. You’re not intruding at all.” Raymond didn’t seem fazed, and his tone was unusually friendly.
“Thank you, sir,” Amelia replied politely.
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