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Before Isabella could react, Andrew took her hand and asked, “Shall we go shopping first?”
“Okay,” Isabella nodded.
Their date was no different from those of ordinary couples. Isabella didn’t particularly enjoy shopping, but the feeling of doing it with Andrew was different. He never got tired of being with her and patiently gave her advice.
Isabella looked around the store for a while, but she didn’t find anything particularly stunning, so she walked out. To her surprise, the sales assistant followed her with a bunch of shopping bags.
“What’s this? I didn’t buy anything,” Isabella said in confusion.
“I bought them,” Andrew said, looking at her tenderly. “I saw you looking at them a few times just now, so take them home and wear them anytime you want.”
Isabella looked at him and blinked a few times. Was this what wealthy people did? She was truly overwhelmed by his generosity.
Andrew gave the sales assistant an address and asked her to send the clothes there.
Isabella said to Andrew, “I already have many clothes at home. There’s no need to buy more.”
“Don’t women always want more clothes?” Andrew asked with a smile.
Isabella didn’t answer; she only pursed her lips. She remembered her life when she was with the Chapman family. Although she was known as a rich lady, she had very few clothes because Phyllis never bought her any.
Celia felt a pang of sympathy for Isabella and often took her out shopping for clothes. Back then, Isabella didn’t want to burden Celia by spending too much of her money, so she carefully selected the cheapest options, even if they didn’t quite suit her taste.
This didn’t escape Celia’s keen eye, so one day, she took it upon herself to surprise Isabella with several beautiful outfits, each one carefully chosen with love. Isabella was profoundly moved by this gesture. She cherished those clothes, wearing them for years until they were threadbare, unable to part with them because of the memories they held.
Andrew noticed the distant look in Isabella’s eyes and guessed that she was lost in the past again. Tightening his grip on her hand, he said tenderly, “Sweetheart, I’m here to make sure you never suffer again. You’re my girl, and you deserve to be the happiest person in the world.”
“I know.” Isabella looked up at him with a soft smile, though her thoughts briefly wandered to whether Evie’s gift was ready. She was determined to bring as much joy to Andrew as he did to her.
Just then, they wandered into a shoe store, where Isabella’s eyes were instantly drawn to a pair of elegant white high heels. She sat down on the plush sofa, just about to remove her shoes when Andrew knelt before her, gently easing them off her feet. He then carefully slipped the high heels onto her, his touch both tender and reverent.
Isabella blinked, momentarily taken aback. The future head of the Klein family, kneeling to help her change shoes… The scene felt almost dreamlike, like something out of a fairy tale.
Around them, envious whispers filled the air. A woman nudged her husband, her voice tinged with longing. “Look at that! The man treats his girlfriend so well, but you, all you do is grumble when we go shopping!”
Isabella felt a blush rise to her cheeks. “I can do it myself,” she murmured, though the warmth of Andrew’s gesture made her heart flutter.
“Alright, stand up and walk for a while,” he encouraged. He even made sure to stay close enough to her that she could lean on him if she lost her balance.
Isabella walked over to the mirror, admiring how the shoes elegantly framed her feet. They were perfect.
“Do you like them?” Andrew asked expectantly. Isabella nodded, a bright smile lighting up her face. “I love them!”
Andrew then arranged for someone to settle the bill. Just then, outside the shop, two figures happened to stroll past this scene.
One of them, with an incredulous tone, exclaimed, “Giana, aren’t those your favorite shoes? Looks like someone’s trying them on. Damn, didn’t you tell the sales assistant to reserve them for you? Ugh!”
Giana’s eyes followed her friend’s gaze, a flicker of irritation crossing her features. But as soon as she saw who it was, her expression faltered, freezing in place. Pressing her lips into a tight line, she pushed open the door and strode inside.
Her friend, quick to mirror her movements, trailed behind with an air of indignation. She wasted no time, her words sharp as knives. “Who do you think you are, wearing Giana’s shoes?”
“Shut up!” Giana snapped, her voice a whip crack in the quiet of the store.
The girl immediately bit back her words, confusion mingling with hurt. She had only been defending Giana—why was she the one being scolded?
Giana’s gaze shifted to Isabella, a storm of emotions swirling in her eyes, before darting to Andrew beside her. The sight of him—strikingly handsome, poised, and every bit the gentleman—sent a pang through her chest. Together, Isabella and Andrew looked like they belonged on a magazine cover, a perfect match in every sense.
Giana hesitated, her voice barely masking the turmoil beneath. “Isabella, what a coincidence. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
But Isabella didn’t spare her a glance. Instead, she looped her arm through Andrew’s, her voice cool and detached. “Let’s go.”
Her dismissal was so demeaning, leaving Giana to grapple with the bitterness rising in her throat.
She took a step forward, desperation coloring her voice. “Isabella… I… I’m really sorry.”
Shame enveloped her like a suffocating coat. Giana had misjudged everything—she had no idea that Isabella had become a member of the prestigious Patton family.
She had assumed—wrongly—that Isabella had simply returned to the countryside. Thus, she didn’t attend Isabella’s welcome banquet, nor did she accept her gift. Now, regret burned in her chest.
She wondered if attending back then would have changed anything. Would they still be good friends? Perhaps she would have joined Edge Entertainment under the Patton Group, and things would be different now.
“There’s no grudge between us, so there’s no need to apologize,” Isabella said, her face as unreadable as a blank page.
Any feelings she once harbored for Giana, positive or negative, had long since evaporated.
Giana’s heart sank, but she pressed on. “It’s been really difficult for me, Isabella. With Eliza becoming a Chapman, I have to walk on eggshells around her at the company. I didn’t mean to lose touch with you… And aren’t you being unfair? How come you told Susan you are a member of the wealthiest family and not me?” A trace of bitterness lingered in Giana’s voice.
While she did regret not being there for Isabella, she still felt that the latter was also at fault.
They had all been friends once—so why was she the one left out?
Isabella’s gaze was cold, her voice colder. “Because we stayed in touch. You, on the other hand—did you even bother to reach out after I left the Chapman family? Did you answer my calls? If you had attended my welcome banquet, would you have been left in the dark?”
Giana’s composure faltered, Isabella’s words shaking her to the core. As she saw Isabella turning to leave, panic surged within her. She grabbed Isabella’s arm, her voice trembling. “Isabella, the Chapman family is on the brink of collapse, and I have nowhere else to go. Can I join Edge Entertainment? I’ll work hard; I’ll make you a ton of money! You know I’m a good singer. I wouldn’t have gotten this far if I wasn’t! Please, I’ll do my best at Edge Entertainment!”
Isabella’s eyes narrowed, and her voice was laced with a subtle disdain. “If anyone else had sung my song, they’d have become famous too.”
With that, she pried Giana’s hand away and walked off, Andrew silently following her lead.
Giana stood there, rooted in place, as Isabella’s figure slowly faded into the distance. Her friend tugged at her sleeve, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “You two were friends before?”
Yes, Giana and Isabella were once close friends. They shared a deep bond. Giana came from a humble background and wore worn-out clothes in high school. She felt somewhat inferior due to her lack of money and was often picked on by her classmates. It was Isabella who stepped in to fend them off.
To Giana, Isabella was nothing short of an angel. Back then, Giana dreamed of spending more time with her. She gathered the courage to talk to Isabella daily and even bought her gifts with the little money she had.
Eventually, Isabella took notice, but she said, “I don’t need anything. You don’t have to buy me anything anymore.”
Giana timidly asked, “Can we hang out together?”
After a brief pause, Isabella replied, “Okay.”
From that moment, Giana was never alone again. She was always by Isabella’s side, and her classmates began to warm up to her.
“Giana, why are you crying?” The sudden question snapped Giana back to reality. She looked down and said, “Let’s head back. I just remembered I have something else to take care of.” She walked away.
Meanwhile, Isabella and Andrew enjoyed their day, ending up at a restaurant for lunch. Isabella got a message from Susan, saying, “Giana sent me a message. Did she send one to you?” Susan shared the screenshot with Isabella.
Giana’s message said, “Susan, I’m sorry. I confess I was wrong. I was too down on myself. I didn’t want to live in Isabella’s shadow anymore, so I distanced myself from you. I’m going to chase my dreams and stand on my own now. Until I reach the top, I won’t contact you again.”
Isabella looked calm and said, “I’ve blocked her.”
When Isabella checked the intercepted messages, she saw the same one from Giana. Perhaps this was for the best.
After lunch, Isabella received a message from Evie, saying, “Everything is set up. Isabella, you and my brother can head to the hotel. I’ve booked a room and left a gift there for you.”
Raising her eyebrows, Isabella tentatively asked Andrew, “Are you feeling tired? Should we head back to the hotel to rest a bit later?”
“Sure.”
At a high-end hotel. In the presidential suite, petals were scattered across the bed, and a gift lay upon it. Andrew entered the suite with Isabella. Noticing the setup, he turned to her.
Isabella’s cheeks were tinged pink. “I’ve prepared a gift for you.”
Andrew smiled and said, “What is it?”
“You’ll see in a moment.”
In fact, she wasn’t sure herself. Evie had assured her that Andrew would love it. But what could it be? Surely Evie wouldn’t mislead her, right?
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