Primrose simply turned her back on the Ashwoods, dismissing their petty insults and threats with a wave of her hand. Engaging with them further would be a waste of her time and energy. They were clearly incapable of understanding, let alone appreciating, her perspective.
"Sister, you better not bother Selena," Cora continued, her voice laced with a defensive protectiveness.
"She's a senior in high school! Also an entertainment industry star!"
Primrose's sneer deepened, a flicker of disdain crossing her features. An entertainment industry star, she thought dryly. How utterly predictable. Why would she even bother with someone so clearly manufactured and shallow? And why would she waste her breath arguing with this family? They were nothing but a source of frustration and annoyance.
"Why would I bother with a twofaced bitch?"
Cora, James, and Nova were all shocked.
"Do you think I won't have your father kick you out!" Nova snapped. Primrose rolled her eyes both adoptive parents are so biased when she was younger if her older sister wanted something she had to give it.
She then became a blood bag for Cora and then when Selena appeared her life was more then before she became a blood bank for those two sisters Cora and Selena. Not only that Selena is so great at scheming people, she always found ways to frame her. Even when it was not her fault Parker and Nova would always force to take the blame. She didn't even care about Parker or Nova they aren't worthy parents.
Primrose didn't even dignify their threats with a response. She simply turned and walked towards the door, her movements deliberate and unwavering. The air crackled with unspoken tension as she passed by each member of the Ashwood family, their faces a mixture of anger, confusion, and a touch of fear.
As she reached the doorway, she paused, turning back to face them one last time. Her expression was devoid of emotion, her voice flat and toneless.
"Such a headache," she murmured, before stepping out into the sunlight and disappearing from their sight.
The silence that followed was heavy and oppressive, punctuated only by the rapid beating of Cora's heart and Nova's shallow breathing. James stood frozen in place, his face flushed with indignation.
"Did you hear what she said about Selena?!"
"Did you hear what she said about Selena?!" James sputtered, his voice rising in outrage. He gestured wildly towards the closed door, as if Primrose's words were still hanging in the air.
Nova's face was a mask of fury, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
"That ungrateful little…! She will pay for that disrespect! I'll have her arrested for trespassing and slander!"
Cora, however, looked distinctly uneasy. The confidence she had initially projected seemed to have evaporated, replaced by a flicker of doubt and apprehension. She avoided her mother's gaze, fiddling nervously with the hem of her expensive dress.
"Mother, perhaps… perhaps it's best to let it go," Cora suggested tentatively.
"She clearly has issues. Raking in this kind of attention won't do us any good. Plus she is a juvenile detention she is nothing but trouble," Cora said arrogantly.
Primrose walked outside where Isaac was waiting for her.
"Primrose what do you think about joining a reality tv show, look it's a family reality tv show invite a family member."
"Isaac have you noticed something? I have no family, at the moment I am an orphan," Primrose said.
Primrose walked outside where Isaac was waiting for her.
"Primrose what do you think about joining a reality tv show, look it's a family reality tv show invite a family member."
"Isaac have you noticed something? I have no family, at the moment I am an orphan," Primrose said.
Isaac's face fell slightly, the initial enthusiasm draining from his expression. He hadn't considered that. He'd been so caught up in the idea of leveraging Primrose's newfound fame and notoriety that he hadn't stopped to think about the underlying reality.
"Right," he said, a sheepish look on his face.
"Of course. You're… essentially alone."
He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure.
"Well, we can still explore other options. Maybe a cooking competition? Or a travel show?"
Primrose simply shrugged, her expression unreadable. She gazed out at the shimmering Mediterranean Sea, her thoughts far away.
"Let's focus on finding my birth family first," she said finally, her voice quiet but firm.
"That's my priority."
Recognizing that Primrose needed a distraction – and perhaps a little retail therapy – Isaac decided to shift gears. The intensity of the encounter with the Ashwoods had been palpable, and he sensed she needed to unwind.
"Let's go shopping," he suggested, a hopeful note in his voice.
"A little retail therapy might do you some good."
Primrose didn't respond immediately, her gaze still fixed on the sea. But after a moment, she nodded slowly.
"Alright," she agreed, her voice devoid of emotion but lacking any overt resistance.
Isaac grinned, relieved that she'd agreed. He started the car, and they headed towards one of Palermo's most exclusive shopping districts – a haven of designer boutiques and highend retailers.
The moment they stepped inside the opulent boutique, Primrose's demeanor shifted subtly. The air hummed with quiet luxury – the soft glow of recessed lighting, the hushed tones of attentive sales assistants, the exquisite displays of designer clothing and accessories.
Unlike her usual preference for practicality and understated elegance, Primrose surprisingly gravitated towards comfortable, highend pieces. She bypassed the sharp tailoring and structured silhouettes, instead selecting flowing fabrics, soft colors, and relaxed designs. It was as if she were deliberately shedding the weight of her past, embracing a new sense of lightness and freedom.
After browsing for a while, she disappeared into one of the private fitting rooms. Isaac waited patiently, observing the shoppers around him with a quiet amusement. He knew Primrose had impeccable taste; whatever she chose would undoubtedly be stunning.
A few minutes later, Primrose emerged from the fitting room, and Isaac's breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a beautiful pink summer flower dress a confection of delicate silk and embroidered blossoms. The dress flowed gracefully around her figure, accentuating her curves without being overtly revealing. The soft pink hue complemented her complexion perfectly, bringing a natural blush to her cheeks.
It was a far cry from the black leggings and gray sports bra she'd worn earlier that day, a complete departure from her usual style. Yet, somehow, it suited her perfectly. It was feminine and elegant, but also effortlessly chic – a reflection of the woman she was becoming.