Talia looked at me with a provocative expression.
After all, in the past life, she had dreamed of crushing me like an ant beneath her feet.
Feigning surprise and gratitude, I thanked her repeatedly with a grateful expression.
Trevon asked Danielle to call Talia "sister", and from now on, Talia would be considered his goddaughter.
Upon hearing this, Talia immediately started calling him "Dad".
Danielle, who had been silent, managed a faint smile.
Though her eyes betrayed her contempt.
I wondered, Talia, if you ever find out about the Pearson family's internal dirt...
I wonder if you'll still be willing to call him "Dad".
Clothes make the man.
The first thing Talia did after her sudden rise in fortune was to drag Danielle out shopping.
Despite Danielle's reluctance, she didn't refuse and took Talia to the Grand Mall.
This mall was filled with luxury brands, with scarves costing thousands and skirts in the tens of thousands of dollars.
The interior was lavish, a place Talia had never dared to look at closely in her previous life.
She glanced back at me, who pretended to be surprised and timid.
She then sneered, "Country bumpkin, don't embarrass me today."
She clung tightly to Danielle's arm, flicked her hair, and raised her chin.
At that moment, she felt as if she was truly one of the upper-class ladies like Danielle.
But ladies from distinguished families learned various manners from a young age and always maintained good posture.
Talia, however, hunched over, with bulging excess flesh squeezed into an ill-fitting dress.
With bright makeup, she didn't notice that she looked like a clown to those around her, and she seemed to enjoy the attention.
We entered a high-end shoe store.
Talia lounged pretentiously on the sofa, ordering me to serve her.
I lowered my head, silently accepting the task, knowing that to bring someone down, you must first elevate them.
"Ouch, you're hurting me," Talia said, kicking the sales assistant who was kneeling to help her try on shoes.
I watched from behind.
The assistant was handling the shoes very gently, and they were made of soft lambskin, so there was no way they could hurt her.
Perhaps the young girl was new to the job, so blushed and trembled as she apologized to Talia.
"Stop pretending! Are you trying to act like I'm bullying you?"
Talia stood up and slapped the girl, her voice shrill.
"Do you know who I am? Is this how you treat your customers?"