Chapter 91
“There’s no reason! Cameron snapped, brushing off any explanation.
Nellie’s nails nearly dug into her skin. “Is it because Greta’s going to the ball with you?”
Cameron flinched, caught off guard for a split second, but he quickly regained his cool. “Nellie, for an event like that, your sister is just more fitting?
Nellie clenched her fists tight. To Cameron, she seemed forever stamped as someone lacking depth and pedigree. She would always be someone without a proper background or education.
Even as a world renowned fashion designer now known as Miss Nathalie, Cameron’s bias still tapped into her old insecurities that bubbled beneath the surface.
Fueled by defiance, she reassured herself. ‘It’s his loss, Nellie. It’s not that you’re not worth it. It’s his poor judgment.‘
e released her fists and strode gracefully toward Cameron. With a piercing look, she challenged him, “Is it really because Greta’s more suitable than me?”
Under her intense gaze, Cameron couldn’t quite hold her stare. “What else could it be?”
Nellie scoffed. “Cameron, if you already planned on taking Greta, why did you drag me into this mess today? What were you thinking?”
Cameron froze like a deer caught in headlights. Facing the fire in Nellie’s eyes, he realized he had misstepped.
“Nellie, I’m really sorry about what happened with your mom yesterday. I wanted to make it up to you by inviting you to the ball… But your sister wanted to go too, and you know, she’s now a fashion designer. The people at the ball could be important clients for her. I figured it was more beneficial for her, so I went with it…”
Nellie laughed, but it was the kind that sent shivers down his spine.
Cameron felt uneasy with her laughter. “Nellie, I know I’ve messed up. How about I give you some money to go shopping? Maybe that’ll make you feel better?”
Nellie waved him off.
In her memory, she had been the one to attend the ball before in her last life. The guests were power players from elite circles. Cameron, being a junior, had to toast with them and inevitably got tipsy, thanks to his low tolerance. Nellie had to step in, drink after drink, to keep the business relations smooth. She ended up with a stomach ulcer and almost died. It took forever for her to recover.
But Cameron never showed gratitude.
Cameron was a bit lost. Nellie’s eyes always seemed too intense, full of mystery.
Right in front of him, Nellie casually peeled off her gown and tossed it in the trash. “You really are something, Cameron. You planned to take two women to a ball… What you think is making amends feels like an insult to me.”
Cameron bit his lip. Then, suddenly, he frowned. “I heard you maxed out my card today?”
Nellie shot him a disdainful look. “Your card only had a few thousand bucks. What, feeling the pinch now that your wife spent it?”
Cameron was usually generous to a fault. He was just puzzled. “You never used to splurge like this.” He recalled how she used to fret over buying a coat that cost a few hundred.
Nellie smirked, a hint of irony in her eyes. “I was once a girl from the slums, and no one mocked me for shabby clothes. Back then, I was free, no matter what. But now, as Mrs. Dawson, any little misstep has your mom and sister ready to chew me out.”
Chapter 92
