"When did I ever make her my sidekick..."
Arabella Vanderbilt smirked, "You clearly know she has a shameful secret on her face, yet you bought the same style of dress under the guise of sisterhood. What's your intention?"
"I... I didn't..."
"Didn't? Ask your fiance next to you if he believes that."
Sophie Lang's heart suddenly sank as she remembered Zac Sullivan standing beside her.
Panic-stricken, she looked up at him. Her face, with mottled marks, instantly imprinted in Zac Sullivan's eyes, unable to hide his disgust and aversion, his body involuntarily shifted backward.
She quickly reached out to cover her face.
"I... just wanted to appear closer to my sister, what's wrong with wearing the same clothes?"
"Appear closer? Then why did you block her way just now, expose her scars, and humiliate her in public? Miss Lang, don't panic, or the words you say will be slapping your own face."
Everyone sighed.
