If it weren’t for his gaze never straying to Jane Sampson while he spoke, instead remaining fixed on Jas Black, anyone who didn’t know better might think he was overjoyed to see his married daughter returning ho.
"Dad," Jas Black called out to Father Sampton in his usual indifferent tone, as unfazed as ever.
But Father Sampton didn’t mind at all, he had long understood Jas Black’s personality, and felt honored just by Jas Black’s presence today.
"Go call Madam and the second miss over," Father Sampton ordered a servant nearby, "Tell them Jane and Jas Black have arrived."
Mother Sampton was right next door and soon ca over with her daughter, only then did Jas Black realize what spectacles the guests had been enjoying.
It also dawned on him why Jane had chosen to wear that red formal dress today.
Jas Black was unsure whether it was coincidence or deliberate, but the red formal dress Jane wore today was strikingly identical to Julie Sampson’s.
Naturally, Mother Sampton and Julie Sampson noticed what Jas Black had seen, and upon seeing Jane being led by Jas Black, Julie Sampson felt a burning pain on her cheeks.
Her fingers tightened around the wine glass, her eyes on Jane, as if wanting to burn a hole through Jane’s clothes.
"What a coincidence, I didn’t expect to wear the sa dress as Julie today," Jane said with a faint smile at the corners of her mouth.
In her last life, she had worn that white dress, and when she returned ho and saw Julie Sampson, her first thought was she was glad she hadn’t heeded Nina Rice’s badgering to wear the other dress she had picked out for her to attend her mother’s birthday banquet.
For those years, she had been tolerant of Julie Sampson, and yet her patience had been mistaken for weakness and incompetence by so.
This ti, Jane decided not to exert herself in vain anymore. So people simply don’t like you, no matter how you change, they will never like you.
After enduring it for years and getting nothing she wanted in return, why should she continue to tornt herself?
Youth is so fleeting; an accident could happen at any ti and take a life. When it’s ti to live freely, shouldn’t one embrace it?
"It seems both sisters have the sa taste in clothes, very lovely, as if you both were twins," Father Sampton said cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to the tension between his two daughters, as he complinted them both.
But what was the reality?
Were both really lovely, like twins?
Jane scoffed inwardly. How could that be possible? She and Julie Sampson had no blood relation, how could they possibly look alike?
Anyone with eyes knew that she, Jane Sampson, was thousands of tis more attractive than Julie Sampson!
Clashing in outfits is not the issue; it’s the less beautiful who ends up embarrassed.
Now, the most embarrassed of all was Julie Sampson. The mont Jane arrived, she was imdiately outshone and beca the ugly duckling by comparison.
Julie Sampson’s eyes almost seed to sar poison with their hateful glare; how could she wear the sa dress as her!
Father Sampton didn’t ddle in won’s matters. As soon as Jas Black arrived, his whole attention was on him. He asked Jane to have a good talk with her mother and sister, and then he led Jas Black into the crowd.
Once Father Sampton and Jas Black left, Mother Sampton could no longer maintain her smile. Looking at Jane’s clothes with furrowed eyebrows, she said, "Jane, go upstairs and change your clothes. Co back down after you’ve changed, and co find before you leave later; I have sothing to tell you."
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