Old Mrs. Wilson was fuming in the room upstairs, couldn't that vain woman Chaya make her phone call in her own room?
She just had to do it in the living room downstairs, as if she couldn't wait to announce to the world that Ophelia is her daughter, right?
Chaya was clearly flaunting and mocking the Wilson Clan for having to rely on Ophelia.
Hmph, shameless woman!
Old Mrs. Wilson kept her anger bottled up, but nonetheless, the engagement party was proceeding smoothly.
Finally, on the big day, after lunch, Ophelia went to the Imperial Hotel to have the stylist do her makeup.
"Ophelia, the venue looks absolutely beautiful." Chaya was exclaiming excitedly beside her.
"Oh my, those flowers are really fresh." Chaya gasped, at that moment she was truly taken aback, thinking she had stepped into a sea of flowers.
"Of course they are." Ophelia sat still as the makeup artist worked on her, not forgetting to boast, "They were flown in, the freshest flowers possible."
