Chapter 148: Lounge
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
So, there was one more person who wanted to see Keiraâs marriage certificate.
Holding Mrs. Olsenâs arm, Keira soon arrived at the lounge with Jalen.
Jalen was still muttering, âHas your husband arrived? If he has, letâs show ourselves together later and dispel those rumorsâŠâ
Mrs. Olsen also nodded. âThatâs what Keira means.â
Keira ignored their words and pushed open the door of the loungeâŠ
Then she realized it wouldnât budge.
The door to the lounge was locked from the inside.
This lounge was specially prepared for old Mrs. Horton, but the old lady was in the front hall, so who could be in there?
Just as she was thinking, she heard a âclickâ as the door opened, and Isla, dressed in a pink gown, walked out.
Upon seeing Keira and Mrs. Olsen, she raised her brows. âMom, Keira, what are you doing here?â
Keira raised her brows, and Mrs. Olsen explained, âKeiraâs bag is inside, so we came to get itâŠâ
âThen you might have to wait a moment.â
Islaâs smile was especially brilliant as she looked at Keira and slowly said, âMrs. Horton is inside changing her dress!â
Keira was slightly stunned, âWho?â
Islaâs smile grew even more brilliant, âMr. Hortonâs wife, Mrs. Horton, of course! To personally brought her here and even asked me to prepare a gown for her. Didnât I tell you already? Tonight, Mr. Horton will reveal who his wife isâŠâ
Tom personally brought her hereâŠ
Keira frowned slightly.
Seeing this, Mrs. Olsen frowned. âThen let Keira go in and take her bag.â
Isla deliberately put on an apologetic look. âMom, this room is the exclusive lounge for great-grandmother; I only just found out. Only Horton family members can enter this lounge to rest. Besides, my aunt isnât well and canât withstand draughts, and sheâs still not done changing her clothes, so we shouldnât disturb the hostess, right?â
She deliberately emphasized the word âhostess,â and then looked at Keira, her lips curling into a smug smile. âSo everyone will have to wait a bit. Iâm sure you wouldnât mind, would you, Keira?â
Then she walked over and took Mrs. Olsenâs arm, âMom, in this house Mr. Horton is the one in charge, so strictly speaking, my aunt is the real hostess of this house. I canât even go against her orders. If we wait a little, Keira surely wonât mind, right?â
Keira looked at her arrogant demeanor and could only find it ridiculous. âAre you sure the one inside is the real Mrs. Horton?â
âOf course.â
Isla said confidently. âHow could I possibly be uncertain about this? Mr. Horton has been married for two years, and the person heâs always talked about to the outside world is my aunt; the entire Horton family knows this! Itâs only one person who refuses to believe it, right? Sheâs still dreaming about soaring up from the branches to become a phoenix!â
âIsla!â
Mrs. Olsen scolded her. âMind your language!â
Isla just sneered, âMom, Keira is still an Olsen after all; Iâm just worried sheâs going to cause another embarrassing scene today, dragging down the reputation of the Olsen family. Besides, havenât you always taught us since we were young, to take what we can but not to covet what isnât ours?â
Mrs. Olsen immediately frowned and said sadly, âSo you do remember what Iâve said.â
But how had Isla turned into this utterly unrecognizable person she was today?
Yet Isla didnât understand the meaning behind her words.
As the group talked, there was some movement from within the room, and soon after, the door swung open, revealing a slender girl dressed in a blue gown.
Keira looked at her.
She saw a girl with delicate features, the epitome of understated charm. Her complexion was an abnormal shade of pale, and she was thin and frail. At that moment, she stood in a state of panic. She glanced about, her expression one of bewilderment.
She wanted to say something to the gathering of people before her, but she seemed too afraid to speak, especially with everyoneâs gaze fixed upon her, causing her to stand there sheepishly, afraid to move.
There was something about her that made one canât help but feel pity.
Jalen immediately leaned over to Keira and whispered, just loud enough for the two of them to hear, âThatâs Madeleine Davis!â
Isla then called out, âAuntie, have you changed into your dress?â
Madeleine seemed unsure of how to respond to these words, so she just nodded dumbly before timidly tugging at her dress as if trying to cover the exposed skin.
Her voice was soft and timid. âThis dress, is it really okay?â
As soon as she said this, their gaze fell on the gown she was wearing.
The light blue dress only made her sickly pale skin appear even whiter, yet her overly thin and scrawny figure failed to fill out the gown, creating a comical sense as if a child was wearing an adultâs clothes.
And looking at the dressâŠ
Mrs. Olsen suddenly frowned and turned to look at Keira.
Not only were their dresses of a similar color, but the styles were almost identical!
Isla immediately tried to reassure her. âIt looks very nice!â
Madeleine timidly pointed to Keira. âActually, she looks better in it⊠Should I change into another one?â
Upon hearing this, Isla laughed, casting a defiant look at Keira. âKeira, what a coincidence, you and my aunt are dressed alike. But sheâs the hostess of todayâs event. Donât you think it would be respectful to change your dress?â
Itâs a basic etiquette for attending a banquet.
Normally, everyone would enquire in advance about what the hostess would wear to avoid such an embarrassing situation.
This was precisely what Mrs. Olsen had intended to say just nowâŠ
But she didnât know how to voice it without hurting Keiraâs pride.
Keira showed no sign of feeling humiliated. Instead, she scoffed, âTwo days ago, when Grandma was picking out this dress for me, you were there. So, did you do this on purpose?â
Isla wasnât afraid of being exposed and said flatly, âI just thought the dress is more fitting for the hostess of the Horton family.â
She stared straight at Keira. âKeira, are you trying to outshine the Horton familyâs hostess?â
Keiraâs expression darkened.
Mrs. Olsen took a deep breath and then said decisively, âKeira, Iâm not feeling well. Werenât you here to pick up a bag? Grab it and letâs leave; you can take me home first.â
For the first time, she commanded Keira in a forceful tone.
Keira was slightly taken aback and looked at her in surprise, âMrs. OlsenâŠâ
âKeira, if you still acknowledge me as your elder, then listen to me and leave with me,â Mrs. Olsen grabbed her hand. âKeira, I canât stand by and watch you being humiliated here.â
Keira clenched her jaw and sighed. âMrs. Olsen, how about we take a look at the marriage certificate before deciding anything?â
Mrs. Olsen didnât understand why she kept asking her to look at the marriage certificate, but she could only say, ââŠAlright..â