Chapter 465
Chapter 465:
“Oh,” Bernice said casually, her disinterest in the event evident. Business gatherings bored her; they felt like a never-ending parade of forced smiles and shallow conversations—something she found utterly draining.
Suddenly, Bernice’s gaze flickered, and she caught sight of Yelena. Her breath caught in her throat.
Yelena was stunning.
Even without a trace of makeup, Yelena radiated a kind of effortless beauty, like someone plucked from a dream.
Suddenly, a flicker of realization crossed Bernice’s face as she moved toward Yelena with purpose, her voice sharp. “Why are you wearing that? That’s mine! Take it off p>
At first, Bernice hadn’t thought much of the dress when Katelyn presented it—it wasn’t her usual style.
Yet, seeing how stunning Yelena was wearing that dress, she suddenly had a craving to slip into it herself.
Bella stepped in at the perfect moment, a mischievous smile on her lips. “Oh, Bernice, that dress was a gift from Aunt Katelyn to Yelena. She chose it with such care.” Chose it with care? How shameless!
Bernice’s eyes flared as frustration bubbled to the surface. Just then, Katelyn emerged from her room, drawn by the commotion.
“Mom, why did you give her my dress?” Bernice huffed, marching over, her tone brimming with indignation. Though her anger simmered, she knew better than to lash out directly at her mother.
Katelyn looked down at Bernice, who stood puffed up like a defiant little bird. It was half amusing, half exasperating.
“Bernice,” Katelyn began calmly, “that dress has never been your style. You’ve never cared for this kind of design, so I let Yelena have it p>
“Maybe I didn’t care for it before, but I do now. I really like it!” Bernice snapped.
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Turning to Yelena, her voice was sharper than before. “Take it off p>
Yelena hadn’t even wanted the dress in the first place. Katelyn had offered it with a kind gesture, and Yelena simply didn’t want to disappoint her. Now, watching Bernice’s tantrum, she wasn’t about to cling to it any longer.
It was just a dress—she had more than enough in her closet. “Alright, fine,” Yelena said with a casual shrug, turning toward the room again. “I’ll go take it off p>
Katelyn stepped in, her voice steady and sure. “You don’t have to take it off, Yelena. I gave it to you—it’s yours. You’ve been back for a while, and this is my way of showing you some love. I haven’t given you any proper gifts anyway p>
Katelyn then glanced over at Bernice. “Whenever I gift Bella clothes, you’re always thrilled about it, aren’t you p>
Bernice’s pout deepened. “That’s not the same p>
Katelyn’s expression darkened just a touch. She had given Bernice a graceful out, yet her stubbornness was pushing the situation into murky waters.
“What exactly is the difference?” Katelyn asked, her patience thinning. It was time to snap Bernice out of it—she should know better than to pick this fight.
Bella might still be staying in the house for now, but she wasn’t a true blood relative of the Harris family. And if Callum ever had enough of their antics, Bella, along with Katelyn and her troublesome daughter, could easily find themselves out on the street.
Though Bernice was the youngest in the house, she was already an adult.
Years of being spoiled by Katelyn had turned Bernice into a rather entitled young woman.
“Bernice, you need to be more reasonable,” Katelyn said. “If you’re fond of that dress, I can arrange for another just like it to be delivered p>
Despite the faded romantic feelings between Katelyn and Moss, arranging for such a small favor was well within Moss’ abilities.
“Mom, how could you p>