âWell, Tilda has always been an oddball.
Itâs best to keep your distance from now on,â Ivy remarked, her face twisting with disdain and a glint of satisfaction flickering in her eyes.
Rosalynn shot her a stern look, her expression growing steely.
âMiss Larson, regardless of Tildaâs preferences, they are a matter of her personal privacy.
As her sister, is it mot your duty to safeguard her honor before others? Family ought to stand united, offering support,â she chastised.
The dynamic of human interactions was indeed peculiar.
Despite this being their first encounter, Rosalynn felt a surprising bias for Tilda over Ivy.
No matter the criticisms thrown at Tilda.
Ivy, caught off guard, instinctively sought Lyndonâs reaction.
His nod of agreement brought a flush of shame to her cheeks.
The other women exchanged knowing looks, sensing the undercurrent of disfavor Rosalynn held for Ivy.
In the subtlety of address, the distinction was clear.
One was deemed Miss Larson, the other simply Tilda.
For a moment, all the ladies maintained their distance from Ivy.
Ivyâs expression shifted once more upon realizing their actions.
It seemed that they were picking sides.
She cursed inwardly at the unnecessary bravado.
This woman had no right to lecture her!
In the rest area.
Selina encountered the Moreno couple.
Her eyes, tinged with red, she spoke in a hushed tone, âKyson was adamant about escorting me here, are you displeased?â
She deliberately used Kyson as a shield, hoping it would prevent any objections from the Moreno couple.
As anticipated, Brendan remained silent.
With a warm smile, Gail said, âNow that youâve arrived, enjoy yourself.
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âThank you,â Selina said, her smile conveying her gratitude as she modestly bowed.
Casting a brief glance at Noemi, she approached and greeted her.
Noemi gave a nod and gently took her hand, her eyes reflecting sympathy.
She hadnât foreseen such an event.
Selina had endured a fall from grace.
Such a decline in status could be distressing.