A Taste of Her Own Medicine

“Go on!” I snap. “Go ahead and rip it so you can finally prove to mum that things go horribly wrong when you are with me otherwise, I’m well behaved. Also, the maids are outside and can clearly hear out conversation.”

Rolling my eyes, I add, “Even if they can’t hear out conversation, the subject remains that the jewellery ripped after you walked into my room. Let’s see how long Mum will continue to feign ignorance.”

Instantly, the smirk on Brenda’s lips disappear and finally, I can exhale in relief, knowing that my threat worked.

Although I’m not confident about finally proving a point to mum because it might end up backfiring since she is so biased, I don’t take any risks.

“I don’t need to cause any troubles for you today because you are already in one,” Brenda sneered, folding her arms below her chest. “You are getting married to an old man who wouldn’t even treat you well, so it’s fine if you play a little dress up game today with Mum’s stuff. I can put up with that.”

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