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And then silence.
Out of the bag emerged an elegant Chanel perfume, followed by a chic designer handbag. The women’s snickering halted as Giana retrieved a set of premium skincare products. But what stopped them in their tracks was the sight of the necklace— the very limited-edition Cavo necklace Eliza had mentioned earlier, shimmering in Giana’s hands.
Eliza’s face froze.
The other women, who had been ready to mock Isabella’s taste, now looked at Giana with wide eyes.
Giana stared at the necklace, her mind racing. How… how did Isabella get this? She felt a mix of disbelief and shock. This necklace was more than just a gift—it was a statement.
Eliza, unable to contain her jealousy, forced a smile. “Well… looks like Isabella has better connections than we thought.”
The group fell into an awkward silence, their earlier laughter replaced by the uncomfortable realization that Isabella was not the simple country girl they had imagined.
As Giana clutched the necklace, her face betrayed her emotions. The gift wasn’t just a symbol of Isabella’s kindness—it was a reminder of the gap between them, and the bitter truth that Giana had underestimated her old friend.
The group had been mocking Isabella, their laughter filled with condescension. Giana, however, remained silent, not defending her at all.
This realization sparked anger in Susan. How could she just stand there?
“If you’re not interested, then forget it,” Susan said coldly, pulling the gift back. “I’m leaving.”
Giana’s expression flickered. There was a strange relief as the gift left her hands, but she still muttered, “I never said I didn’t want it.”
Susan studied her, feeling more disappointed than ever. Giana’s indifference was like a punch in the gut. What happened to the girl Isabella had helped build a career for? Had fame really changed her this much?
Giana seemed so detached, so indifferent, like she’d forgotten how Isabella had stood by her when no one else did. And now, just because she was a famous singer, Giana acted as though Isabella wasn’t worth her time anymore.
Meanwhile, Eliza saw an opportunity to escalate the tension. “Susan, don’t be selfish. You shouldn’t keep the gift Isabella prepared for Giana all to yourself!” she said with a smirk, grabbing the bag from Susan’s hands.
Eliza and her friends gathered around, expecting nothing more than some rustic trinkets. But what they saw inside left them speechless.
Sparkling beneath the light, a collection of high-end jewelry emerged from the bag, including the Cavo necklace they had just been discussing. The limited-edition diamond necklace, breathtaking in its brilliance, glimmered before their stunned eyes.
“Is that the… limited-edition necklace from Cavo?” one of Eliza’s friends asked, awe-struck as she held it up for everyone to see.
The once mocking group suddenly shifted their tone.
“Wow, this is incredible!”
“The limited-edition diamond necklace from Cavo… I can’t believe it!”
“Has Isabella become this wealthy?”
Eliza’s face hardened. How could this be happening? Her former parents, the Chapmans, were simple farmers. There was no way they could afford such luxuries.
“Their earnings over ten years wouldn’t touch a million,” Eliza sneered, glaring at the necklace. “Isabella must be going too far. Even if she’s trying to keep up appearances, handing out fakes is a step too far.”
Giana, who had been excited moments before, felt a wave of doubt. Right… Isabella was raised by poor farmers. How could she possibly afford a necklace worth 1.5 million dollars? The possibility that it was a counterfeit gnawed at her.
Susan, seeing the shift in Giana’s demeanor, tried to intervene. “Isabella isn’t a country girl anymore. Her parents—“
But Giana, now embarrassed and defensive, cut her off. Hastily, she repacked everything and shoved the bag back into Susan’s hands. “Susan, I thought Isabella was my friend, but how could she try to trick me like this? Do you know what would happen if people saw me wearing a fake?”
Eliza’s friends snickered. “It’s sad, really. I actually thought it was real for a moment.”
Susan was furious. “Giana, you’ve known Isabella for years! How can you just believe she’d give you something fake?”
Giana refused to meet her eyes. “There’s no way she could afford it,” she muttered, looking away, ashamed but too proud to admit it.
“You’re wrong. Isabella’s parents—” Susan began again, but the disdainful expressions around her told her there was no point in explaining. They didn’t care about the truth. They didn’t want to see Isabella succeed or live a comfortable life.
Giana’s changed completely. She wasn’t the same girl who had once leaned on Isabella for support. Now, if Isabella wasn’t useful to her anymore, Giana seemed ready to discard their friendship without a second thought.
Susan’s expression grew hard. “You’ll regret this, Giana. If you really consider Isabella a friend, you owe her an apology.”
With that, Susan turned and left, clutching the gift that was meant for someone who didn’t deserve it.
Back at the Patton residence, the house was lively with guests and activity. Elaine welcomed Susan warmly, her affection clear as she presented a tray of treats.
“You young girls must love sweets. I had our chef make some for you and Isabella. You’ll have a long evening of talking, and I don’t want you to go hungry,” Elaine said kindly.
Susan smiled, feeling a warmth she hadn’t expected. “Thank you, Mrs. Patton.”
Isabella led her upstairs to her room, her voice cheerful. “My mom really likes you. She’s been talking about you ever since she heard you’d be staying over.”
“Am I imposing?” Susan asked, still unsure despite the warm welcome.
“Not at all! There’s plenty of space here, and with my brothers often away, the house is peaceful. I’d love for you to visit often,” Isabella reassured her, her openness reserved only for close friends.
Once inside, Susan took a moment to admire Isabella’s room. It was spacious and elegantly decorated in soft pinks, the kind of room that reflected Isabella’s taste—refined yet unpretentious.
Then, Susan suddenly remembered something important. “Oh, Isabella… Giana… “
Isabella turned to her, sensing something amiss. “What about her?”
Susan met Isabella’s clear eyes, her heart heavy with uncertainty. How could she tell her friend about what had happened earlier? If Isabella knew what Giana and the others had said about her gift, she would be heartbroken.
Sensing Susan’s hesitation, Isabella gave a soft smile, her voice gentle yet understanding. “It’s alright, Susan. I’m fine with just having you as my friend.”
Tears welled in Susan’s eyes at Isabella’s sincerity. How could Giana fail to see how genuine Isabella was?
To lighten the mood, the two decided to take showers, allowing the warmth of the water to wash away the tension of the day. As they settled into bed afterward, the peaceful moment was interrupted by the soft buzzing of Isabella’s phone.
Glancing at the screen, Isabella’s expression shifted slightly. “It’s Andrew,” she murmured, before answering the call.
“Hello?” Isabella greeted, her tone crisp.
On the other end, Andrew’s deep voice resonated with warmth. “Are you feeling tired after today’s events? I asked the maid to place a gift in your room. You can check it tomorrow.”
“You already got me a dress. Why another gift?” Isabella asked, her curiosity piqued.
“This one has a different meaning,” Andrew replied with a comforting tone. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Isabella responded, ending the call.
When she looked up, she found Susan staring at her, eyes wide with mischief.
“Why that look?” Isabella asked, her voice holding a hint of defensiveness.
Susan grinned. “So, was that Mr. Klein from the banquet?”
Isabella blinked, surprised. “How did you know?”
“Oh, I noticed how he was looking at you earlier. He definitely has feelings for you. What about you? Do you like him?” Susan asked, her tone playful but curious.
Isabella hesitated, searching for the right words. “We’re just friends,” she said finally. “He’s close to my brother, Waylon, and he’s just looking out for me.”
Susan’s grin widened. “Are you sure it’s that simple? I don’t think it is. Do you have feelings for him?”
“What kind of feelings?” Isabella asked, suddenly unsure.
“Well, for example,” Susan began, her voice teasing, “what if he tried to kiss you? Would you stop him?”
Isabella’s breath caught at the unexpected question. Without warning, an image flashed in her mind—Andrew standing close, his scent enveloping her, his lips mere inches from hers…
“Oh no,” Susan teased, breaking Isabella’s trance. “You like him, don’t you?”
“That can’t be true!” Isabella protested quickly, her cheeks warming at the thought.
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