CHAPTER 167: WRATH OF THE BEAST 2

Nyx_Night1000 this Chapter is for you love. Thanks for the golden tickets. ⊂⁠(⁠・⁠﹏⁠・⁠⊂⁠)

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The moment Ariana got down from the stairs, Penny had arrived too. She hadn’t meant to steal any form of attention. All she wanted was sneak in and blend with the crowd. She wanted to watch their humiliated from the sidelines and laugh at how everyone would criticize them too.

But just like her father’s party, everyone turned to look at her. Once again, Penny was the center of attention.

She really wasn’t built for this social lifestyle.

She could feel everyone gaze burn on her, and she was scared she would fall now. Her legs trembled slightly at the attention given. Never in her life have she been admired by so many people all at once before.

Penny’s now slender fingers held the rim of her dress, creating space for her legs to walk through.

At first, people mistook the beautiful damsel for Ariana, and then as she stepped further in, they realize it was Xavier Bloodsworth’s newly found daughter.

Maybelline rolled her eyes at her. How dare she steal Ariana’s shine? Did she really have to walk in now?

Tonight is meant for Ariana, not her.

She clicked her tongue glaring at the Penny. The center of attention of the night. The new girl who haven’t left anyone’s lips since her debut. Every mother wanted her as their daughter in law. They were certain she would bare them beautiful grand children.

"Now that’s a bride." A woman among the crowd said and everyone’s attention turned to penny.

"Wow, so beautiful." Someone exclaimed.

"Who’s she?" Another person asked.

"Penelope Bloodsworth. Xavier Bloodsworth only child." Someone in the crowd said.

Ariana on the other hand gritted her teeth as she stared at her sister. This bitch has ruined her night again. Not only had Penny made her wear rag, she had also stolen the show.

"Then who’s that one?" Another woman pointed at Ariana.

"She’s Ariana, Maybelline’s child."

"I thought Ariana was the pretty one?" Another person exclaimed.

"Why’s she so fat?"

"Why is she wearing that ugly dress? That is no engagement party dress."

"Maybe they couldn’t find her size in Owlsgrave." They laughed.

"But just last week, she was skinny." Ariana wanted to run away and hide, but May held her back. No daughter of hers will be bullied, she’ll never allow it.

Anyone that wants to bully her child, has to go through her. If they cannot bully her, then they will never bully her child.

Ariana held her mother’s hands as they walked among the guest. She started greeting everyone, with a smile on her lips, drawing their attention back to her daughter.

"Congratulations Ariana." Each guest said each time it was their turn to greet the new bride.

Even if they all showed fake smiles, this was the worst engagement party ever. First the Adkins family had to be late, and next, their wait wasn’t even worth it. They all came out looking like hot messes.

"Thank you." Ari smiled. She was happy she had a mother. One who loved her no matter what she looks like. Something Penny can never have.

Her eyes shifted to her sister, she had that mischievous smile on her face, like she had won something priceless.

She had a lot she’s planned for Penny. Tonight would be magical.

"Bitch." Hughes cursed beneath her breath glaring at her mistress’s younger sister. Just who does she think she is?

Both women walked side by side, until they were both standing before Penelope. Penny didn’t flinch, her blue eyes were on the mother and daughter dou.

"Penny." Ari greeted sweetly. "You made it." She said.

"Of course I did. You’re dress looks so beautiful. It fits perfectly." Penny smiled. That alone was enough to make Ariana frown. She turned her gaze to the next guest and greeted with politeness. She would deal with Penelope later.

For now, she needed to greet their guests.

Once Hughes was sure Ariana was fat away from her miss, "I should get you something to drink." She said.

"No need, Hughes, I’m leaving right now anyways. Who knows if Osvaldo is back." Penny said calmly, her heart skipping at the thought of him.

She’s wondered how he’s faring for days now. It’s been a week already, and she wondered if Osvaldo missed her as much as she did him. She hasn’t been able to forget their first night together.

It’s almost like their souls have been merged together after that night.

"Master Osvaldo can wait for your return. You need to learn how to have fun Miss Penny. Soon it’ll be your own engagement party, how would you learn about it if you do not practice?" Hughes asked.

Her mistress has zero social skills and that is one important skill to learn. It worries them that if their lives gets back to normal, Penny will never be able to have friends.

"I don’t think I need..."

"Do not say that Miss Penny. You’re the madam of the Adkins house. It is your duty to host events and small party to keep the family alive again." She said.

"If you don’t start attending events like this one, how would you cope in the higher society?" Hughes asked.

It seems finding a wife for Osvaldo isn’t the only thing she would be doing now. It was clear, their new miss needed so lessons about the high society and how they behave. Having all the skills isn’t a bad thing.

"We should hang around for 30 more minutes and just enjoy the party. After that we can go." Hughes suggested and Penny just nodded.

No matter how badly she wanted to go against Hughes words, her housekeeper was right. If she’s going to be the madam Adkins, then she needs all of the skills known to man.

"I shall go get the drink. Barnaby, watch miss Penny." At that, Hughes bowed before walking away.

Penny stood next to Barnaby trying to find anything of her intrested but there was nothing. The more she stood there’s the walls felt like they were closing in on her.

The continuous chattering of the guest and soft music in the background drove her crazy. Penny couldn’t stay there any longer.

She tried to search for Hughes with her eyes, but couldn’t find her maid. "I’ll be back Barnaby, I need air." Penny said to her butler, and was about to step out when someone held her wrist.