Arwen had no plans of buying matching outfits. But when she actually saw the outfits, she didn't find the idea that bad.
The designs were classy and comfortable, and they didn't look too cringe or bad.
"Ma'am, did you like anything among these?" the store assistant asked when she saw Arwen staring at the outfits in contemplation.
Arwen humd, but she didn't imdiately select. She smiled at the store assistant and said, "I did like a few of them, but I will wait for my husband. We will decide on them together."
The store assistant nodded in understanding. "Then, Ma'am, you can take a seat till he returns. I will ask soone to get you coffee."
She smiled and then walked away for a mont.
Just then, Emily walked there with her troop.
"Oh, we et again, Arwen," she said, her tone carrying the arrogance. "Surely, it's a fateful coincidence. Don't you think?"
Arwen had just opened her phone to scroll through her feed when she heard the familiar voice. Although she recognized it at once, she hoped that she had recognized it wrong.
However, her hope only shattered when she glanced up and found that she wasn't hearing wrong. Emily was standing there in person.
"I would pause for a few more minutes before naming this anything," she replied with a tight smile while letting her gaze flick to the two minions standing behind her.
Emily scoffed, feeling triumphant inside. "Oh, Arwen, you can't hold that bitterness inside. After all, we have been sisters anyway. This new bond between us is ant to increase our closeness, not the distance."
The last ti she ntioned it; the news wasn't very sure. So, when Arwen had threatened her, she had gotten scared of losing to her.
But today, the stars were on her side, and Catrin had announced adopting her publicly. Now, no matter what Arwen says, no one could change the change in her title that's going to happen very soon.
Arwen didn't want to step into the sa mud, but knowing Emily well, she knew she had no quick escape. Sighing in heart, she shook her head at her bad luck. "Aren't you here to shop?" she stated the obvious before gesturing her towards the line of clothing hung for showcase. "Please don't hold yourself back for ."
She left ho to enjoy the day out today, not to get herself caught in the regular ss. So, she tried to distance herself from it even if it cos at her expense.
Getting back to her phone, she simply went back to scroll through her feed.
However, Emily didn't see it like that. To her, Arwen's words felt deaning. Like she was looking down upon her. Humiliating her.
Clenching her fingers, she watched Arwen ignore her. Her blood boiled inside, and in that mont, she decided to stake all if that could make Arwen feel the sa humiliation, she had made her feel every ti.
"I have decided." Turning to the store assistant, she announced before pointing a finger out at Arwen to add, "I want everything that she has selected. Wrap it for ."
Arwen blinked. Although she had no intention of putting her ear to their business, she was sitting too close to ignore their talk.
She glanced up and stared at Emily.
When Emily caught her gaze, she smugly said, "I am here today to shop as Quinn family's heiress and as you almost everyone knows, the Quinns have considerable stakes in this mall."
Of course, everyone knew. Arwen knew.
Emily was simply rubbing it on Arwen's face, reminding her that this ti she held an upper hand.
"My adoptive mother, Catrin Quinn, dotes on ," she continued, adding more arrogance in her tone, flaunting her new title to the extre. "She has given the privilege to shop for everything and anything I want."
She retrieved a card that she had been carrying around and handed it to the store assistant without even looking at her. Her gaze was fixed on Arwen, every mont, every second. "So, wrap what I asked for."
The store assistant was hesitant. It was clear bias, but she had no position to refuse, not after seeing the mall's limited-mbership card in the hands of the woman.
"Arwen, what do you think? Doesn't this feel sowhat familiar?" Emily taunted.
Behind her, her two friends found it interesting. This was exactly why they had been following Emily so much. They wanted to bask in the sa authority that cos with the na as rich as Quinns.
"What are you still waiting for? Hurry and pack the dresses for us," one of them insisted.
"Yes, yes, did you not hear her? Emily is the new heiress of the Quinn family. Oblige her or else you will have to face the consequence later." Another one chid.
Arwen felt a headache coming. Massaging the sides of her forehead, she softly said, "Aren't you deliberately asking for trouble?" she asked.
But Emily was too full of herself to even consider her words. She scoffed and simply said, "Until I am not at a disadvantage, it's not a trouble."
Fair enough.
Arwen agreed only to disagree. Because no matter from whichever angle she sees it, only Emily seems to be standing at a disadvantage here.
"Do I still have to wait?"
The store assistant was reluctant. But she had no other choice. Turning to Arwen, she sincerely apologized. "I am sorry, ma'am. Though our brand values every custor, the mall has so rules that even we have to follow. We can't —"
Before she could finish, Emily barked, "You want to wait till you finish your stupid apology?"
The poor store assistant slightly flinched, but quickly shifted on her feet. "Sorry, ma'am."
"Go and hurry up. We don't have all the ti in the whole world."
"What can she wrap for you when I haven't even selected anything yet? Don't tell you are planning to buy the entire store?" Arwen solemnly said.
But just after she did, Aiden's voice ca, "What's happening here?"
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