Chapter 224: Your Partner In Crime
The crisp, cream-colored envelope felt luxurious in Ophelia’s hands. She carefully tore open the seal, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Inside, a beautifully embossed invitation lay nestled, its elegant script promising an evening of glamour and recognition. Her eyes scanned the words, her smile widening with each passing line. She had been invited to a prestigious gala, a celebration of achievement, and she was to be honored.
"Edward!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement. She rushed into the living room, the invitation held aloft like a triumphant banner. "Look at what I received!"
Edward, who was engrossed in a financial newspaper, glanced up, his expression a mixture of mild curiosity and thinly veiled skepticism. He took the invitation from her outstretched hand, his eyes scanning the elegant script. His eyebrows rose slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features.
"A gala?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of disbelief. "And you are being... honored?"
Ophelia’s smile faltered slightly. She had expected a more enthusiastic response, a shared moment of joy. But Edward’s tone was dismissive, almost mocking.
"Yes, Edward," she said, her voice laced with a hint of defensiveness. "I am being honored. It appears to be a very prestigious event."
Edward scoffed, a short, dismissive sound. "And what, pray tell, have you done to warrant such an honor?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Ophelia’s cheeks flushed with anger. She had never really worked in her life, she was on board of a few charities but it was never really about helping people, it was about being recognized. And now that she was getting that much craved attention, Edward was dismissing her as if it was nothing.
"That is a very rude question, Edward," she retorted, her voice sharp. "I have worked very hard to get to where I am. And apparently, some people recognize my contributions."