Ashley's outburst had left Vivienne speechless.
Took her place?
Rolling up her sleeves with a dramatic flourish, Charlotte slapped Ashley's hand away and planted her hands on her hips, glaring down at her. "Who are you pointing fingers at, huh? Think you're some kind of big shot? I'm the one who's earned the right to speak on behalf of the whole school because I aced every single subject, not you!"
"You think you could've taken my spot without Vivienne's help? Dream on!" Ashley spat back, her pride bruised.
To Ashley's surprise, Charlotte did not retort. "You're right. Without Vivienne's support, I wouldn't have even gotten into the defense academy."
Then, Charlotte gave Ashley a piercing look, then asked Vivienne, "Vivienne, who is she to you?"
Vivienne gave Ashley a once-over. "She's my cousin on my aunt's side."
"I see." Charlotte caught sight of the bewildered Brooks family lingering in the background. She clapped her hands theatrically. "Well, I won't intrude on your little family dinner then. Be sure to hit me up when you're free, okay? I'll let Faye know, deal?"
"Sure." Vivienne nodded.
Griffin, who had been quietly observing, gently tugged Charlotte away, giving Vivienne a knowing wink as if she had much to say.
Arm in arm, they left, with Charlotte tossing over Griffin’s shoulder, "You can't let a man walk all over you!"
Vivienne's lips curled into a smirk. So, Charlotte was the mastermind behind Griffin's antics towards Leopold.
Tsk, tsk.
Her little protégé was in for a rough ride.
Ashley kept staring at Vivienne as if she was the villain of the century.
Vivienne just shot her a glance and turned to Melissa. "Aunt Melissa, about the dinner..."
"We'll continue," Melissa said, visibly annoyed with her daughter. "Ashley, you can leave if you're not eating. It's like all those years of raising you were for nothing. You're so unreasonable!"
With that, Melissa ushered Vivienne back to the private dining room.
Percival, the ever-silent observer, was more than willing to keep the peace for Vivienne's sake.
Kala cast a reproachful look at Ashley before following the others inside.
Left alone, Darren tried to soothe his sister, fixing her messy hair. "Ashley, dear, Vivienne hasn't wronged you, you know. They've only just met, and your grudge is baseless. You blame her for our grandparents' and uncle's misfortune, but think about it—weren't they responsible for their own fates?"
He ruffled her hair affectionately. "I know you're jealous, but once I start making good money, I'll buy you all the finest things in the world, and you'll have someone who adores you, sweetheart."
Ashley wiped her tears and stormed off.
Darren didn't chase after her; instead, he returned to the dining room to finish the meal with the rest.
After dinner, Carl invited Vivienne to watch the next day's race.
Vivienne accepted with a nod.
It had been a while since she had been to a race, and with Charlotte free for a few days, it was the perfect opportunity to invite her along.
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