Chapter 274: Chit-Chat
Today, Megan was still rocking that fancy gown, her tassel earrings sparkling like she was some kind of royalty. She strutted around with her nose in the air, like that made her better than me or something.
But here's the thing—there was never any competition between us. It was all in her head. I just felt bad for Louis, who was stuck with her for life.
I was chilling with Larry in the crowd, not even noticing she was there. But once I did, man, it just annoyed the hell out of me.
Regalia was huge, but somehow, running into people you don't wanna see was way too easy!
Big world, small world, right?
Megan, with her usual arrogance, spotted me too. She stood there among a bunch of middle-aged women, giving me this look that was a mix of defensiveness, resistance, and a bit of surprise.
But honestly, whatever she was thinking had nothing to do with me. I didn't want to deal with her at all, so I just let my gaze slide right past her, pretending she didn't exist.
I heard the best way to get back at someone is to ignore them.
So, that's what I was gonna do—ignore her completely.
In front of all these people, she wouldn't dare ruin her image by coming over to start something, right? I wasn't scared of her.
Finally, Larry let me roam free while he went upstairs to meet some VIPs.
I'd been walking around for almost an hour, which was pure torture 'cause I rarely wear high heels.
As soon as Larry left, I found a corner to sit down. I kicked off my shoes to give my poor feet a break. The back of my ankle was rubbed raw, blood soaking through my stockings, making every move agony.
But I couldn't just leave early and be rude, so I fanned the wound with my hand, quietly cursing those damn shoes.
Suddenly, I heard a chuckle and quickly put my shoes back on. The pain was unbearable.
A white box appeared next to me, its lid covered in perfume roses, giving off a faint scent.
I looked up, surprised, to see a smiling face. The guy said, "Hey, did you hurt your foot? Here, this is for you."
He pushed the box closer, almost touching my nose, making me lean back.
I racked my brain but had no clue who this guy was.
To me, he was a total stranger.
What was his deal, suddenly coming up to me and giving me a gift?
I glanced around and saw other pairs of men and women awkwardly interacting, just like us.
I knew I looked good.
Seeing my cautious look, he just smiled and gestured with his eyes for me to take it.
I glanced at the logo on the box he was holding; it was from some high-end foreign women's shoe brand. I’d heard about a pair of crystal shoes with real diamonds that sold for six million bucks at an international auction, but who ended up wearing them? No clue.
Judging by his fancy getup and the swanky box, the shoes inside had to be pricey.
I didn’t know this guy, and him suddenly offering me such an expensive gift made me super suspicious.
Yeah, my feet were killing me, and I could use some comfy shoes. But not like this.
So, I gave a polite smile, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, "Thanks, but I’m good."
"Why? Your feet are clearly messed up. Why not take my help? Why suffer when you can be comfy?" He raised an eyebrow, looking all curious.
Was he curious about me? Why?
He stubbornly pushed the box towards me again. To keep some distance, I had to step back.
"I brought this just for you. Other girls would be all over it." He raised his chin a bit.
To me, that move screamed, "Not taking this is disrespectful."
Sure, I wasn’t rich, but that didn’t mean I had to put up with their crap.
They had their world, and I had mine. Everyone likes nice stuff, but I wasn’t into things with sketchy origins. Especially if I had to give up my principles for it. No thanks.
Since I was a kid, Helen always told me if I wanted something, I had to earn it myself. Free stuff? Usually a trap.
So, yeah, I could be poor, but I wasn’t gonna be humble to escape it.
This guy’s actions hit my last nerve.
I was pretty straightforward, and my face showed it. Even though I’d seen a lot while being out there and had learned to hold back, my core hadn’t changed.
I didn’t like being messed with by strangers. So, I dropped the smile, my voice turning cold, "I don’t know you, and I don’t care why you’re giving me this. Just take it back, I don’t need it. Also, I want to rest, so please, leave me alone."
"Doesn’t your foot hurt? Why turn down someone’s kindness?" The guy wouldn’t let up.
"Unknown kindness can lead to way more pain than my foot."
With that, I turned and walked away.
"Alright, alright, you’re really mad." He grabbed my wrist, stepping in front of me, and smiled, "Let me introduce myself, I’m Rafael Evans. My dad knew you hurt your foot and asked me to bring this to you."
Larry’s son?
I stepped back and looked him over. He was fair-skinned and looked like a kid.
I instinctively looked up and saw Larry holding a glass of wine, nodding at me from a window on the second floor.
I turned my head, feeling awkward.
Obviously, I’d overreacted and made a fool of myself.
Why didn’t Rafael say so earlier, making me think he was some creep?
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