CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 62: YOU’LL ALWAYS BE THE ONE ABANDONED

Cynthia Vaughn looked up in shock, her beautiful eyes betraying hints of wild joy.

She had finally waited for him to make that promise.

As for that woman, Ann Vaughn...

She would get what she deserved when the time was right!

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On the day of the gala, dresses, accessories, and a platinum card from a renowned makeup studio were successively delivered to The Water Terrace.

Ann Vaughn took her chosen gown to the studio. Since she had a platinum card, she didn’t need to wait in line and had a dedicated reception room.

The makeup artist first asked Ann Vaughn for her thoughts, then applied makeup based on her dress and skin tone, chatting with her about interesting topics to keep her from getting bored.

"Miss, you’re here for tonight’s Whitlock Family’s birthday gala, right? Most of the clients today are here for that."

"The Whitlock Family?" Ann Vaughn recalled that Grandpa Hawthorne hadn’t mentioned which family’s gala it was, but hearing the makeup artist say that, it was likely the Whitlock Family. "Maybe."

Although she was the eldest daughter of the Vaughn Family, she was not raised by her parents and didn’t receive much attention after being brought back to the Vaughn Family.

Whenever there was a banquet, her parents usually took Cynthia Vaughn and left her at home, which led to the outside world hardly knowing there was another daughter in the Vaughn Family for a long time.

Gradually, Ann Vaughn became less interested in attending banquets.

But tonight’s gala inexplicably aroused some anticipation in her.

"Alright, Miss, you can open your eyes." The makeup artist stopped and gently reminded Ann Vaughn.

Following instructions, Ann Vaughn opened her eyes, but before she could take a good look at herself in the mirror, she heard Cynthia Vaughn’s voice behind her.

"What a coincidence, sister is here too." Cynthia Vaughn was wearing a pale cyan floor-length gown, the gentle color accentuating her tender and elegant demeanor, a continuous smile on her face.

She raised her skirt with one hand and walked over, but her smile froze when she saw Ann Vaughn’s face.

Cynthia Vaughn had always known that her sister was exceptionally beautiful. Even without makeup and styling, always bare-faced, she was as beautiful as a captivating siren.

However, despite her meticulous skincare and exquisitely perfect makeup every day, standing next to Ann Vaughn was somehow always lacking.

That’s why Cynthia Vaughn had always harbored such resentment towards Ann Vaughn. They were sisters, born of the same mother, so why was she more beautiful? Why did she get such a good start in life?

Ann Vaughn was unaware of Cynthia Vaughn’s almost venomous resentment, only finding her gaze somewhat odd.

"It is a coincidence." Ann Vaughn nodded, intending not to engage in further entanglement, and picked up her bag to leave.

"Sister!" Cynthia Vaughn suddenly reached out to stop Ann Vaughn. "Are you also going to the Whitlock Family’s gala? You’ve even specially put on such beautiful makeup and are wearing such a lavish gown."

"But what should be done? Didn’t Cian notify you that the person accompanying him to the gala tonight is me, not you."

Ann Vaughn looked at her blandly, "Does it matter?"

"Sister should have the best understanding of whether it matters or not. I wonder who gave you the confidence to think you qualify as Mrs. Hawthorne? As long as I say the word, you’d always be the one abandoned."

Cynthia Vaughn spoke slowly, word by word, like a venomous concoction.

Ann Vaughn’s fine eyebrows lightly furrowed as she observed Cynthia Vaughn’s arrogant expression, a bad premonition suddenly arising in her heart.

She then shook her head, as if reassuring herself.

No, it won’t happen.

This was Grandpa’s request.