“Aunt Diana, why,”
“I have my selfish reasons.” Diana looked at her and was honest.
“I never asked you for anything, but you know about Zenovia . Your grandfather is old and has lost sight
of things. How could he just take an outsider as his granddaughter?
“You‘re his granddaughter , Freyja. I believe that he will accept that.”
Diana didn‘t want to see Zenovia continue to misbehave because she had the king‘s support. She knew
that Freyja didn‘t have the birthright, but she wanted to see if she could convince the king.
Freyja was Laura‘s granddaughter, and since Freyja was nothing like her mother when it came to
personality, he might be able to take her in.
Freyja was silent for a long time, but she agreed.
After two days...
A socialite had invited Zenovia to a tea party. She picked her most exuberant gown to outshine all the
socialites of Yaramoor.
She didn‘t seem to be affected by the news, so the socialites were surprised by her appearance.
“How could she still show up?”
“Who invited her?”
After Daisie turned things around, the socialites changed their views about Zenovia drastically. The usual
few who would greet her didn‘t seem too willing to do that anymore.
When Zenovia heard people murmuring, she looked annoyed but still had a smile on. She was going to
greet them instead.
Someone showed up, and there was a commotion among the crowd.
Daisie wore a galaxy-printed dress. It was embroidered with so many crystals they looked like stars. The
skirt was in ombre, dark at the bottom, and slowly turned light toward the top. It looked elegant.
She had her hair in an updo and looked like a princess with a tiara. She looked like a porcelain doll with
her cheekiness.
Seeing how the socialites greeted Daisie, Zenovia, who was ignored, bit her lip, and anger flashed past
her eyes. She took a deep breath and walked toward them. “Ms. Vanderbilt.”
The socialites looked at each other when they saw Zenovia walking over but didn‘t say anything.
Daisie looked toward her, revealing a pretty smile, “You‘re here too.”
Zenovia smiled back. “I thought you would be sad about Mr. Knowles’ disappearance in Haniston. I
guess I‘m just overthinking.”
Everyone heard what she said. She was implying that as Nollace‘s girlfriend, how could she be in the
mood to join a tea party when her boyfriend was missing?
Any other person wouldn‘t feel happy when they heard that, but Daisie smiled.
“There‘s nothing to worry about. I believe in Nolly, I‘m sure he‘ll be fine.”
Zenovia thought it was pathetic. “Do you really believe in him that much?”
Daisie answered with no hesitation, “Yes, I do.”
Daisie‘s determination made Zenovia feel annoyed. She had no idea how Daisie could say all that.
Nollace had no place in Haniston!
Daisie looked toward the crowd and said, “By the way, I‘d like to introduce a new friend. I‘m sure you’ll all
be interested to know who she is.”
Then she turned around and called out, “Freyja.”
Everyone looked over when an elegantly dressed woman walked in. It was a new face to them.
Her champagne–colored mermaid dress was made by the royal tailor. It wasn‘t something that any
socialite could get their hands on because it was specially designed by the top designer of the royal
family.
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