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Yolanda Summers stood with her back to Purple Summers, stiff and unmoving.
Perhaps she wanted to argue vehemently, but deep down she felt guilty and at a loss for words to counter Purpleâs accusations.
Purple tilted her head in thought, then slowly and gracefully ascended the steps to stand before Yolandaâ¦
Her steps were light and slow, but each step felt like a heavy weight on Yolandaâs throat, suffocating her.
It shouldnât be like thisâ¦
Yolanda thought in a panic: Why should I be afraid of her? Whatâs so scary about Purple Summers!
But her thoughts had been exposed, and Yolanda felt both guilty and embarrassed. When Purple finally stood before her, Yolanda couldnât help feeling utterly humiliated!
âDonât you think that although Young Master Forrester is not as elegant or distinguished as Young Master Graves, heâs still quite the rare gentleman?â Purple asked softly, without ridicule or sarcasm, simply stating a fact, âHaving the future head of the Graves Family as your cousin and a chairman of an energy conglomerate as your father, these advantages in your background are something you would never otherwise have access to, let alone your own fatherâs boss whoâs trying to climb the social ladder by marrying into the Forrester familyâ¦â
Yolanda bit her lip, avoiding eye contact with Purple.
Purple continued, âDonât you think that the bride-to-be isnât as beautiful as you, her figure isnât as good as yours, and the only thing she has over you is her fatherâs higher rank? Young Master Forrester had never been too pleased with the engagement, and after drinking a lot, if you tenderly offer him some hangover tea, wouldnât he fall head over heels for you? Who knows what might happen between a man and a woman under the influence? What does it matter if theyâre engaged? Itâs not like theyâre married, right?â
Purpleâs words tore away Yolandaâs last shred of dignity, so she gritted her teeth and decided to go all out.
Suddenly, Yolanda raised her head and looked Purple in the eye, declaring confidently, âSince you already understand my intentions, donât try to stop me! Purple Summers, I am not like you! I have the blood of the Summers Family, and my only way out is through marrying well! If Forrester doesnât care for me, I have done my part by offering tea. If he does take an interest⦠wouldnât it be good if he truly likes me? Purple, we have the same last name, and if the Summers Family prospers, it can only benefit you too!â
Purple looked enlightened and murmured, âSo you really think like thisâ¦â
With a soft laugh, she continued, âYolanda, we really are different. The biggest difference is that I never put my future in the hands of a man.â
Yolandaâs face turned pale with anger as she retorted, âWho are you pretending to be virtuous for? You might despise worldly matters, but it doesnât mean the world will admire you. Whatâs wrong with wanting to marry well? Is it wrong for me to pursue my own desires? Purple, when you eventually desire something, youâll be even more ruthless and despicable than me!â
Not wanting to say more, Yolanda stormed off in her high heels, only to be stopped by Purpleâs outstretched hand.
âWhat do you want now?â Yolanda demanded sharply, filled with resentment.
âYouâre right. I have no right to stop you. I just have a few last words to say.â Purple paused before continuing, âOnce you set foot in Room 1311 today, thereâs no way youâll be able to keep it a secret. The hotel is filled with guests upstairs and downstairs. The brideâs family is your fatherâs superior. Yolanda, do you want your father to retire early?â
Yolandaâs expression changed rapidly, and she stood there dumbfounded.
Purple crushed her last hope, âDonât think Young Master Forrester will side with you. Although heâs not satisfied with the wedding, he might not prefer you either. You would only stir up gossip and disgrace both families. Yolanda, you are not climbing the social ladder. Youâre walking into a dead end.â