Chapter 36
Chapter 36:
When the conversation turned to Moda Style, everyone’s eyes naturally shifted toward Yelena. Seeing the shocked and envious looks on their faces, Yelena remained unfazed.
“Of course I bought it. Money talks,” she replied coolly.
Bella’s surprise was evident. The gowns they’d taken home from the Moda Style boutique hadn’t included the one Yelena was wearing. The sales assistant had assured them that the dresses she brought were from the latest limited release. Yelena had been forced to scramble for a last-minute replacement after her gown was ruined. But the big question was—where had she managed to find this one?
If it wasn’t even available in the market yet, where had she found it?
There was only one possible answer…
“Sis, is your gown… a knockoff?” Bella asked cautiously, almost whispering the words.
The others nodded, equally skeptical. Madonna was quick to respond, her voice firm and disapproving.
“It has to be a knockoff. The official release hasn’t even hit the stores yet p>
The mood shifted, and the way they all looked at Yelena became more judgmental. These women had no tolerance for counterfeit items. They prided themselves on their status and would never dream of wearing anything fake.
“What? Is this what we’re doing now—spreading rumors?” Yelena shot back with a sharp edge. “It’s not a knockoff. I could buy as many Moda Style pieces as I want. Besides, aren’t you all supposed to be Moda Style experts? Don’t you know every single Moda Style piece is one of a kind? The gold threads they use are handcrafted by p>
Their own artisans and are impossible to replicate. “Feel free to examine it, if you like,” she added confidently.
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The socialites were left speechless after hearing Yelena’s words. They all knew, deep down, that she was right. Her directness silenced any rebuttals, and no one dared to challenge her.
Sensing the rising tension, Bella quickly tried to smooth things over. “Sis, they were just joking. Don’t take it so seriously p>
Yelena responded with a calm but pointed tone, “I don’t joke around. If someone attacks me, I’ll defend myself without hesitation p>
The room fell silent, and everyone’s faces turned pale with anger. The message was clear—Yelena was calling them out for their baseless accusations. In that instant, Yelena became their common enemy.
Bella couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. The tables had turned, and now Yelena had made herself an enemy of the group. Any hopes of her blending into their elite circle now seemed impossible.
From that moment on, Yelena was completely ignored by the others. But Yelena didn’t mind in the least. She had no desire to join their so-called exclusive society, full of fake smiles and shallow conversations.
Spotting Donna deep in conversation with her friends, Yelena calmly took a glass of juice and began sipping it slowly, content in her own space.
Then, just as the mood in the room shifted again, Esteban walked in. Immediately, a crowd rushed to greet him. Esteban was a respected elder in their circle. His health had been declining, and he hadn’t planned to throw a birthday party. He didn’t want to strain himself.
However, his family insisted. They were worried that skipping such an event would look like neglect, especially given his age. After all, these occasions wouldn’t last forever. Esteban had been feeling under the weather lately, and his family hoped that the festive atmosphere of the banquet would help lift his spirits and bring some cheer to his weary heart. Despite their good intentions, it was obvious from his weary appearance that Esteban wasn’t feeling his best.