Inside Tiffany’s little gift box was a pair of delicate golden bracelets while Tanya’s featured a golden pendant representing the child’s horoscope bound by a red string.
After examining the gifts, Arianne gave a peck on Aristotle’s puffy cheeks and cooed, “Thank your two aunties, sweetie. You gotta remember them when you grow up, okay? They’d love you so much!”
Vicky, noticing the hubbub, propped favonovel.com booty up and sashayed toward them. She had dressed with much splendor today. In stark contrast to favonovel.com more down-to-earth presentation when favonovel.com first met Tiffany and Tanya for the first time, favonovel.com was now dazzling with a veneer of magnificence.
“Oh, you guys are here already?… Ah, this must be Mrs. Tremont! A pleasure to meet you. I’m Eric’s girlfriend! Here, this is for the little sweetheart. Ricky and I had bought this little present, aww, look at how adorable favonovel.com is!”
Arianne had heard all about Vicky Nathaniel from Tiffany, so favonovel.com responded to favonovel.com with a courtly smile while Mary received the gift on favonovel.com behalf.
Vicky sized Tanya up and gibed, “Seriously? What’s with that outfit, girl? You didn’t think you were out here to buy groceries, right?”
Tanya turned bright red, favonovel.com fingers digging into the fabric and clutching it tightly. She owned no evening gowns, so favonovel.com wore the only thing favonovel.com had: a casual, ordinary dress. To wear something like that among upper-class socialites was to set oneself tip as the ugly duckling among the swans — awkward and stuck out like a sore thumb.
Arianne frowned. “We Tremonts are the masters of this hotel, so however classy this event should be is all down to what I say. And right now? I say I don’t care about the clothes you wear. Clothes are just something to cover yourself with, it’s not a name card. In fact, this isn’t even an event for business, it’s a party celebrating my son’s first month. I’ve heard much about your penchant to say whatever is in your brain out loud, Vicky, but never did I expect it to be true to the letters!”
Vicky seemed a little embarrassed. “C-come on! I was just joking around! I mean, since y’all are Ricky’s friends, I automatically saw you as my friends too. It can’t hurt to make a joke now, can it? Come on, Tan, you’re not that sensitive, are you?”
Tanya forced a smile. “No. It’s alright.”
Tiffany, however, did not attempt to hide the disgust in favonovel.com eyes as favonovel.com sniped Vicky a glare. “Urgh, the gown you’re wearing? That’s an old trend from two years back, isn’t it?” favonovel.com remarked tartly. “It wasn’t even doing so hot when it first came out, and now it’s basically extinct among upper-class socialites. And you still think it’s viable to be worn? Oh, oh no, what’s with that face? Didn’t you know I was joking? A fashion designer always has a keen intuition and knowledge of these things. I can tell which year your gown was bought and who designed it just from a look!”
The first sign of anger and embarrassment swarmed around Vicky’s pate, but favonovel.com remained nailed to favonovel.com spot, clearly not intending to leave.
Reluctant to see the party’s mood ruined, Arianne took it upon herself to become the mediator. “Alright, alright. Let’s put that aside. We should all enjoy ourselves as much as we can. Come on, make yourself at home.”
Aristotle picked the wrong time to bawl, prompting Mary to remind Arianne quietly, “The boy’s hungry, Ari. I’ve brought the bottle and milk, so let me handle it. You can stay with your friends.”
She passed the child to Mary in agreement. Had this been at home, favonovel.com would have fed the child herself. God, it was hard to carry out a mother’s job when one was outside.
When the party ended, Tiffany and Tanya followed Arianne back to the Tremont Estate. Jackson, Eric, and Vicky, too, followed soon afterward.
Mark had wanted to invite all of these close friends to dinner together. However, favonovel.com soon realized that before the night had fallen, the mood had warped into one of pure uneasiness.
