Chapter 205: Chapter 205

Chapter 205:

Trapped in a corner, Etta stood motionless, her face drained of all color, resembling a ghost. Just moments before, when the Gill family had made their entrance, a smirk of satisfaction had played across her lips. Now, she was the picture of mortification.

Being accused of spreading rumors was the charge against her.

Her defense was weak. She had only commented that Harlee lacked charm and that both Lonnie and Skyla seemed to find her more appealing. The rumors that followed? Those were born from others’ rampant and wild speculations, not her words. What responsibility did she hold for their exaggerations?

Meanwhile, Harlee offered a knowing half-smile as she observed Etta from across the room.

With her gaze lowered, Etta tried her best to blend into the crowd, steering clear of Harlee’s piercing eyes.

A sense of foreboding gripped Etta. She clutched at her dress nervously, sensing that the evening might yet reveal further unwanted surprises.

“Has the banquet not yet begun?” These words, spoken with an elegant and captivating timbre, cut through the murmur of the gathering as they emanated from the garden’s threshold.

All heads turned in unison. It was none other than Zandra! Zandra was an enigmatic figure who seldom graced social gatherings with her presence.

Her known distaste for these social soirees, even those prestigious ones hosted by the Torres family, made her appearance all the more startling to the assembly.

Zandra strolled past the spectators with a serene air and made her way to Harlee.

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“Miss Sanderson, congratulations on returning to your family,” she said, her voice imbued with sincerity.

The crowd exchanged glances, their expressions filled with surprise.

Harlee and Zandra were actually acquainted.

And their rapport seemed quite deep, didn’t it?

Upon her entrance, Zandra had been immediately taken with Harlee’s gown. The dress sparkled with glistening sequins. Zandra had previously scoffed at such flashy attire, but seeing it today, she recognized it suited the right wearer perfectly.

Zandra remarked, “Miss Sanderson, this creation of yours…” Harlee interjected with a subtle cough, sharing a conspiratorial wink that only Zandra could perceive.

Zandra caught the hint at once. She understood perfectly that this was something to keep out of the spotlight.

The assembly was still reeling from the revelation of Harlee’s acquaintance with Zandra when another bombshell dropped.

“Mrs. Torres,” Tonya whispered, sneaking up behind Zandra and covering her eyes.

“Guess who?”

With a soft pat on Tonya’s hand, Zandra chuckled.

“Only Tonya could be so thrilled by these silly games.”

For a year, Tonya had coached Brixton, not due to the influence of the Torres family, but at Zandra’s explicit urging. Their paths first crossed when Zandra heroically rescued Tonya from a fall into the ocean during a vacation, binding their destinies from that moment forward. They met several times after that, each encounter sparked by either Tonya’s need for assistance or Zandra’s own predicaments.

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