After a flash of anger, Vivian Yates quickly regained her composure.
'Her gifts were all carefully chosen. Annabelle Linton has no taste and no mind of her own, so whatever gift she prepared definitely won't be as good as mine!'
'Later, I can take this opportunity to humiliate her!'
But Vivian Yates was wrong. Annabelle Linton had grown up in a wealthy family, a true lady from a prestigious background. Even if she hadn't been doted on as much as other young ladies, her father had always spent money like water on her in public to keep up appearances, so she still lived a life of luxury.
As a result, her taste and judgment had been honed since childhood.
In the past, she had simply made a habit of asking for Vivian Yates's opinion on many things. After all, it made sense to get a second opinion, and back then, she had trusted her so completely.
