The Rebirth of a Scorned Heiress

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Alana grinned in excitement and happiness as she read the reviews online about their first batch of products. The whole process had been a little challenging and tiring, but seeing how excited their clients were, she could not help the pride swirling around in her heart.

Just as she was thinking about saving some of the posts to add to their portfolio, a knock resounded on the door, and she hurriedly shut down her computer before going to open up.

Standing by the door was none other than an unkempt-looking Evie with big eye bags and hair that seemed to go everywhere. Alana frowned as she eyed the other lady.

It was the first time she had ever seen Evie look out of shape or composure. As someone hailed as a genius from their childhood, she had been wrought with responsibility, which involved her looking prim and proper all the time.

The perfect smile.

The perfect glance and wave.

How to eat, how to talk.

Everything she did was always under her parents’ scrutinising gaze.

Seeing her, this out of her usual appearance sent a wave of unidentified emotions through her.

However, one thing Alana knew was that, among those unidentified emotions, pity was not one of them.

Alana stood between the doors with her hands crossed as she gave Evie a once-over. “May I help you?” She asked, and Evie swallowed hard.

“Can I come in?” She asked carefully, all traces of her arrogance and haughtiness gone, leaving her with nothing but humility and anxiety.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“No, you can’t. Is there anything I can help you with?” Alana asked coldly, her tone distant and uninviting.

Evie shifted on her feet nervously, looking left and right to see if anyone was coming.

Seeing they were alone, she lived closer to Alana. “I want to attend Diane’s award night. Can I come with you?!” She asked, and Alana raised a brow. Before she could say a word, Evie continued nervously, afraid that her request would be declined. “You can go with a plus one, and it doesn’t have to be a man.”

“I know you don’t have a friend, and going alone will be a waste; why don’t you allow me to go with you? I can show you the ropes and teach you how to get through such events as you’ve never been in one,” she voiced, and Alana scoffed.

“Are you here to ask me for a favour or to insult me? Because the latter is the only thing I can see or hear coming from your rotten mouth.” She spat and glared at Evie.

Just a few years ago, no one would have imagined both of them would end up in a situation where they could not freely talk to each other. They had both been close since they were children, and Evie had always been protective of Alana while growing up.

But all that changed when Alana was thirteen and Evie was fifteen. They had both been fooling around, trying to sew a cloth and in the end, Alana’s clothes were praised more than Evie’s, making the older woman jealous until she claimed the clothes as hers.

That had been the start of their rivalry, and it only grew worse each year.

Evie, noticing Alana’s unwelcoming attitude, pursed her lips and gave a pitiful expression. “Look, I know we haven’t been on the best of terms these past few years, but this is important to me. It’s a chance for me to show my parents that I’m not just a pretty face; I’m going to be sincere this time, I promise. Please, Alana. I need this. It’s the only way I can save my ruined reputation,” she begged.

“How’s that any of my business? You ruin your reputation with your hand; why do I have to help you fix it?” Alana sneered angrily. “I’m sure your parents would not mind; please don’t be a nuisance and leave,” she ordered and pointed down the hallway, gesturing for her to leave.

Panicked, Evie fell on her knees and held Alana by the ankle. “Please. I know I’ve done so much wrong. I’m sorry! And as I promised, I’ve learned my lesson! I just need an opportunity to show it, please.” She pleaded while holding tightly to Alana’s ankles.

Alana let out a heavy sigh, her resolve beginning to waver. She had invited Lily to go with her for the award night, but Lily turned her down almost immediately, saying she wanted nothing to do with the Thompson household, not after her beef with Evie.

Alana had also considered declining the offer to go to the award night, but it was impossible. First, she had always wanted to attend this event, but the invite always went to Evie, being the genius of the house. And secondly, her parents would never allow her to miss it, not after what they had to go through to get the invitation to her.

“Fine,” she said, her tone still as hard and inviting. “You can come with me. I hope you understand how important this event is. I’m sure you know better than to pull one of your stupid tricks,” she warned.

Evie’s face brightened, and she jumped to her feet. “Thank you, Alana. I won’t let you down, I promise.”

Alana nodded, her lips forming a thin line. “We’ll see about that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.” With that, she stepped back into her room, leaving Evie standing on the doorstep.

As the door closed, a mischievous glint appeared on Evie’s face, and she scowled at the closed door before walking away. “Tch, acting high and mighty after getting crumbs, how pathetic.