Chapter 27
The waiter came over, looking a bit flustered. "Sorry, you two, this way, please!"
Nathan turned to Penelope. "Come on, let's go."
She didn't have much of a choice; standing awkwardly by the door wasn't an option.
Just as Penelope was about to follow, a commotion erupted behind her.
"Mr. Davis is here!"
"He's a VIP!"
"Mr. Davis rarely shows up, and today he's got a date!"
"That must be the new Mrs. Davis!"
The crowd surged towards Kelvin, buzzing with excitement.
Penelope turned and saw Fiona clinging to Kelvin's arm. They were flanked by bodyguards, making their way to the entrance.
Kelvin's eyes locked onto hers, then shifted to Nathan standing beside her.
It had been a few days, and she was already with Nathan again? Typical.
Fiona, meanwhile, was soaking up the attention, her chin held high.
"Mr. Davis," she said loudly, "Look, it's Penelope. Why is she so close to another man?"
Kelvin's face darkened.
"Shouldn't she be alone?" Fiona sneered. "I bet she's doing it on purpose to make you jealous because you brought me."
Fiona never missed a chance to throw shade at Penelope.
She glanced at Kelvin, trying to gauge his reaction.
It seemed like there was something between Penelope and that guy.
Kelvin looked away and walked right past Penelope without another glance.
"Penelope," Nathan said, "How can Kelvin show up with another woman and leave you here alone?"
"My business is none of your concern," she replied.
Nathan wasn't having it. "No way! I'm going to talk to him!"
"Nathan!" Penelope grabbed his arm. "Don't make things worse! I'm fine, let's just go inside."
Nathan looked at her, disbelief written all over his face. "Penelope, can you really tolerate Kelvin going this far?"
She smiled. "There's nothing I can't tolerate because I don't have the right to be angry."
Nathan's eyes softened with pity.
"Alright," Penelope said, trying to calm him down. "Don't get on Kelvin's bad side for me; it won't help you."
To make sure Nathan got the message, she added, "I won't be moved by it either."
Kelvin already had issues with her past with Nathan, and now she was the chief designer at Davis Group's jewelry department, while Nathan was the general manager at Smith Group's Pearl Wet Jewelry.
They were competitors now.
Inside the venue, everyone was holding champagne, chatting, and laughing, all dressed to impress.
Penelope found a quiet corner and focused on the desserts.
Kelvin was the center of attention, surrounded by people trying to win his favor.
"Mr. Davis, is this Mrs. Davis?" someone asked.
Kelvin didn't bother to explain.
Fiona wasn't Mrs. Davis yet, but she would be soon enough.
"Titles don't matter," Fiona said, "What matters is, I'm the one by Kelvin's side now."
Everyone quickly caught on.
So, Fiona wasn't Mrs. Davis, but her status was even higher, being able to accompany Kelvin to events!
They all started to flatter Fiona.
"Miss Wright, you're stunning."
"You and Mr. Davis make a perfect pair."
"In the future, Miss Wright, you should join our wives' gatherings."
Fiona was over the moon, loving every second of it.
Those directors and producers who had previously ignored her were now falling over themselves to please her!
Kelvin frowned a bit; he always hated these kinds of events.
His eyes scanned the room and quickly landed on Penelope.
He looked at her with a blank expression.
Even in a simple dress, she couldn't hide her elegance. She was in a corner, but she seemed to shine.
Penelope was nibbling on a small cake, taking her time with a tiny spoon.
Feeling someone's intense gaze, she looked up, but Kelvin quickly looked away.
Penelope didn't catch it.
But Fiona did.
"Mr. Davis, I'm heading to the restroom," Fiona said, "I'll be back soon."
Kelvin nodded. "Alright."
Leaving Kelvin, Fiona made a beeline for Penelope.
She stood silently behind Penelope, not making a sound.
Penelope, unaware, turned around with her cake and accidentally bumped into Fiona.
The cake fell, smearing cream all over Fiona's dress.
Fiona shrieked, "Oh my God! This dress is super expensive!"
Before Penelope could react, Fiona added, "You did that on purpose! You're jealous of me! How are you going to fix this? The party just started, can you even afford to replace my dress?"
Her loud outburst drew a crowd.
Everyone sided with her; after all, she was Kelvin's date.
As for Penelope, she was a nobody to them.
"You stood behind me without a word; I didn't even see you," Penelope shot back.
Fiona snapped, "You ruined my dress and now you're blaming me?"
Penelope didn't want to argue, so she pulled out a tissue. "I'll wipe it off for you."
"It won't come off!" Fiona insisted, "Take off your dress and give it to me now!"
Penelope finally got what Fiona was trying to do.
If she gave Fiona her dress, she'd have nothing to wear and would have to hide in the restroom or leave the party.
She had been minding her own business in the corner.
Why couldn't Fiona just leave her alone?
"Sorry, Miss Wright," Penelope smiled, "You're too short; my dress won't fit you."
Penelope was nearly 5-foot-7 with long legs and a slim waist.
Fiona was just 5-foot-3, definitely shorter than Penelope.
"If you wear my dress, it'll drag on the ground," Penelope shrugged. "I'd love to give it to you, but it's a pity."
Fiona was livid. "Penelope, you—"
Penelope continued, "Just wipe it off; if that doesn't work, I'll wash it for you in the restroom and dry it."
Fiona wasn't having it.
She didn't want to waste any more words and reached to yank off Penelope's dress. "You must take it off! Now!"
This pink dress was obviously bought by Kelvin.
Penelope, a woman who had been in a mental hospital, was lowly and unworthy of wearing such high-end luxury!
Penelope snapped, "Fiona, what are you doing!"
Fiona shouted, "If you won't take it off, I'll do it for you!"
This was a public place; if Penelope's clothes were messed up, it would be a huge embarrassment!
Fiona's intentions were too malicious!
At that moment, Monica rushed over and quickly intervened. "Where did this shrew come from? She's trying to rob someone in public!"
With Monica's help, Fiona didn't stand a chance.
Plus, Monica was strong; with a push, Fiona stumbled back a few steps and almost twisted her ankle.
"Who are you?" Fiona shouted, "Don't you know who I am? How dare you push me?"
Monica replied, "I'm Monica!"
Fiona snapped, "I warn you, stay out of my business!"
Monica laughed, "I'm stepping in, so what?"
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