NovelAppSerena went out to the balcony, a pair of telescope in hand, to spy on the bustle at the main house.
Right on cue, a group of people arrived dressed in formal attire, radiating a familiar professional vibe. They were probably the
designers who used to cfor measurements in previous years.
Disappointingly, Kenneth and Louisa had invited those designers again this year. What irked her was that not one of them headed
towards her building—it was as if they had completely forgotten about her, the once-celebrated darling.
The thought of them fitting Arabella for a dress, designing her New Year's outfit, and pairing it with stunning jewelry. Serena felt a
tumult of resentment rising within her.
She used to be the envy of all, outshining everyone with her grace.
This year, it seemed Arabella would overshadow her.
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With these thoughts, her discomfort only deepened!
She wondered if the designers would cto her after they were done to take her measurements.
She wanted to text her parents to ask, but feared they would find out she was spying on the main house and might even confiscate
her telescope!
With that, she texted Martha again, voicing her concerns.
[Serena, aren't you a VIP customer at several major brands? Why not reach out to them privately, check if they've got new
releases, and just buy a few pieces? It's as simple as that.] Martha suggested.
Kenneth and Louisa would either have designers tailor outfits at hor have the latest designs delivered for their first pick, with
leftovers eventually going to the market.
But Serena hesitated, not keen on parting with her own money. [Are you saying if my parents forget to have a New Year's dress
made for me, | should just dig into my own pockets and buy one?]
[What else can you do? You can't let that girl steal the limelight during the holidays. You have to dress up carefully! Show her that
you're the one who's been raised with all the advantages, that you're more precious and have a stronger presence than her rough
upbringing outside.]
Martha's words stirred something within Serena, but she still wavered, [Won't my parents think I'm not reflecting properly here, still
trying to outshine Arabella?]
What really bothered her was the idea of spending her own money. Why should Arabella get custom-fitted without spending a dime
while she had to pay for her own dresses?
[Your parents care about appearances. They'll be more displeased if you show up in last year's clothes, thinking you can't present
yourself properly, and that you embarrass them. If they're not commissioning something for you, what's the harm in using a little
pocket money to treat yourself to a couple of new pieces?]
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Serena saw the sense in that.
Comforted by Martha's logic, she thought, "Maybe if | buy my own clothes, my parents might even feel a bit guilty for neglecting
me, for favoring Arabella. If she has something and | don't.]
With that in mind, Serena decided that if Kenneth and Louisa hadn't arranged for the designers to cto her, she would reach
out to the brand suppliers herself and buy the clothes with her own money.
No matter what, she couldn't let Arabella outdo her!
She wanted everyone to know that she, the adopted daughter, was in no way inferior to their biological daughter!
In the spotlight, she would be the one to shine the brightest!
[Oh, by the way, Martha, did you see the news online? One moment people were bashing Arabella, the next they were all
supporting her. | created a few fake accounts and ended up being scolded by them.] Serena mentioned, still feeling a bit wronged.
Martha quickly advised, [That old dKiki stepped in, so you better delete your comments right now. You can't afford to stir up
trouble at this critical time. If your parents find out you were trash-talking their biological daughter with fake accounts, you might
find yourself all alone on New Year. Don't even dream of setting foot back in the main house.]
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