Amya, however, wasn’t as friendly. She scoffed and spoke in a cold tone. “Are you here for the auction? I recall the entry requirements were very strict. How’d you manage to get in? What can you even afford?”
Miley blushed under Amya’s harsh words, but she responded frankly, “I’m actually staff, in charge of the model show.”
Amya gave a curt nod but refused to meet Miley’s gaze. “Right, I almost forgot about your errand-girl job. That explains it.” Her tone dripped with contempt.
Miley felt a tightness in her chest, yet she maintained a neutral smile.
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“actually, I run a model company. I’m not just running errands.”
Amya offered a sarcastic smile. “So, what kind of boss runs their own errands?”
Despite knowing Amya wouldn’t be kind, Miley’s face paled slightly.
Taking a deep breath, she composed herself. “Today’s auction will be a visual treat. No need to ruin your mood because of me.”
Amya crossed her arms and sneered. “Glad you recognize you’re a bother. Maybe you should take a hint and disappear.”
Miley clenched her fists at her sides. She knew arguing was pointless.
Getting into a fight wouldn’t benefit her.
She inhaled deeply and spoke calmly. “I’ll do my best to stay out of the way.”
“What? Are you giving up on your dream of marrying into money?” Amya challenged.
Miley forced a smile. “I love Neville, not his wealth or his mother.”
“How dare you!” Amya’s anger flared. She raised her hand, but before it could connect with Miley’s face, Bertha intervened.
With a frown, Bertha said, “The auction’s about to start. Let’s head in.”
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“Mom!” Amya protested.
“Get inside now.” Bertha’s voice grew sterner.
Amya obeyed reluctantly, following Bertha into the main area without a word.
Outside the bathroom, Amya couldn’t resist muttering, “Why’d you let her off so easily? She’s a cunning woman, a real gold-digger.”
“There are subtler ways to drive a wedge between them. No need to lose your composure at such an important event.” Bertha shot Amya a pointed look. “Remember our goal today.”
Alone in the bathroom, Miley washed her hands. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she felt tears prick her eyes.
The pressure of work and the Pierce family were taking its toll.
But within a minute, she wiped her tears away, straightened her posture, and met her own gaze in the mirror.