Chapter 1862 Getting Hit On?Her intricate makeup had smudged beyond recognition, and the once-impeccable dress was now a
crumpled and stained disappointment, a cringe-worthy disaster.
The pair planned quietly slipping away to their room and salvaging their disheveled appearances. In
fact, with the party in full swing, everyone was lost in the revelry and paying no attention to Paul and
Rochelle. However, with her sharp eyes, Bella caught a glimpse of them.
Following customary routine, it was Bella's moment to take the stage right after Elisa's introductory
speech.
Wearing her signature smile, she stepped forward, exchanging pleasantries and paying homage to her
mentor, Elisa.
Then, with a playful glint in her eye, she looked at a nondescript corner of the room and exclaimed,
"Uh... Is that Mr. Mazel and Ms. Matterson? Oh, dear! What happened?! How did you end up like this?"
Bella's cue prompted everyone to turn their heads in the indicated direction, exposing the unkempt duo.
Rochelle couldn't help but wish the ground would instantly swallow her.
Unfortunately, their discomfort escalated when the lighting technician mistook them for VIPs and
directed the spotlight at them.
This only intensified Paul and Rochelle's embarrassment, making them wish to vanish—much like
ostriches burying their heads.
Luckily, Bella 'graciously' spared them further embarrassment and had her assistant guide them to theirroom for a quick touch-up.
At first, the onlookers held back their laughter. Still, their hilarity burst out uncontrollably when the duo
left the hall.
What could be more satisfying than witnessing the downfall of people you held a grudge against?
Nothing could match the thrill of seeing two despised individuals brought low in a single, glorious
moment!
Paul and Rochelle hadn't gone too far when Rochelle overheard the hushed snickers and teasing
remarks about them. She couldn't help it; she clenched her fist, and her resentment boiled over.
She vowed to exact revenge on Elisa and Bella for their heinous acts!
After sprucing up, Rochelle and Paul made a reappearance.
They looked sharp and confident, but no one seemed to give a second thought to Paul and Rochelle.
Everyone was engrossed in their circles or clustered around Elisa and Bella.
Well, that didn't come about until the course shifted. Subsequently, several folks strolled over and
started conversations with Paul.
So, of course, Paul got right into the social groove, too, leaving Rochelle standing there, feeling out of
place and resentful. She sipped from the wine glass, acting all cool and unfazed, but her heart raced beneath that calm
exterior. To Rochelle's surprise, a deep and manly voice startled her.
"Excuse me?"
She assumed someone might be asking her to dance. Her eyes lit up as she turned to see who it was.
Lo and behold, it was Gareth!
Rochelle had a moment of surprise before she playfully flicked her hair, pulling off a coy look.
In fact, Gareth had been on her radar since the beginning. The minute she saw him, she couldn't help
but feel envious that Elisa had landed such a good-looking and charming man.
Meanwhile, she was stuck with Paul, that never-do-good and disgusting old man.
And it wasn't just that; she'd also looked into Gareth's background and found he was leagues ahead of
Paul in accomplishments.
Rochelle had, in fact, plotted to steal Gareth from under Elisa's nose.
novelbinUnfortunately, the universe never conspired to give her that chance.
Was this finally the moment she'd been hoping for?
Honestly, she'd have gladly dropped Paul ages ago if she could! Just then, Gareth's voice cut in, "Excuse me..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Rochelle jumped in, giving a shy nod and saying, "Of course,
sure!"
Gareth looked a bit puzzled. Sure, about what exactly?
Observing Rochelle's coquettish behavior, he raised an eyebrow in confusion.
He couldn't help but think, "Really, she's not starting the flirtation right now, is she?"
Getting a tad severe, Gareth said, "Hello, could you kindly step aside? You're blocking the way."
Gareth's words were like a bucket of ice water, putting a damper on Rochelle's excitement and rosy
daydreams.
His brow furrowed, a hint of irritation flashing across his face. He couldn't wrap his head around why
the woman thought it was a good idea to plant herself at the entrance and cause a jam.