Ashlyn flinched slightly, stepping back.

This action clearly annoyed the woman accompanying Lise, who said sharply, “What’s with that reaction?”

Katelyn looked at the woman, sensing something familiar about her but unable to place her immediately.

Feeling slightly mortified, Ashlyn excused herself and said, “I apologize, but I’m just not accustomed to that perfume brand.” Her words were diplomatic, yet it was clear she found Lise’s perfume overpowering.

Lise’s expression soured.

She scrutinized Katelyn and Ashlyn intensely, curious about Ashlyn’s identity.

She had never encountered Ashlyn before.

Well, regardless of her identity, anyone associated with Katelyn was unlikely to be admirable.

Lise gently pulled on her friend’s arm, murmuring, “Paloma, don’t worry about it. After all, some aren’t accustomed to affording luxury, so it’s natural they can’t recognize quality.”

Paloma?

As soon as she heard that name, Katelyn immediately realized who the woman was.

It was Paloma Finch, who had long struggled to break into high society but never quite had the resources to do so.

She had certainly chosen her ally well, aligning herself with Lise. The Finch family was known for their suspicious dealings, including illegal trades on the black market.

Should these activities come to light one day, both the Finch family and Lise would face significant consequences.

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Paloma looked toward Katelyn, her sneer evident.

“Oh, you do have a point here, Lise. Just a pair of insignificant beggars, hahaha.”

Ashlyn’s face contorted with resentment and hurt.

“How can you speak to us that way?” she exclaimed.

Accustomed to receiving warm receptions wherever she went, this mockery was a harsh blow. Tears began to well up in her eyes.

Observing Lise’s luxurious dress and expensive jewelry, the saleswoman immediately recognized her as someone of substantial means.

She approached with a sycophantic smile, saying, “Welcome, distinguished guest, please don’t let the presence of these less fortunate ones ruin your day.”

Lise arrogantly tilted her head upwards, her gaze on Katelyn filled with superiority.

She thrived on the praise, all the while Katelyn was being crushed beneath their feet.

Wasn’t Katelyn always deemed superior to her in every aspect? Now, she had become nothing.

Lise, admiring her newly manicured nails, said with a smile, “You have a fine selection here. Let’s see what you have at the counter. I’m in the midst of planning a wedding and need quite a few items.”

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