Cinderella Who

Chapter Thirty-five

"Aw, you look adorable in that, darling." Nana complimented, adjusting the wild purple ruffles.

I gave her a small smile, it was grand again. She wasn't distressed anymore, she was fine. I was relieved, I hated not having a normal atmosphere with her.

"I'm pretty sure the word doesn't exactly match my requirements, it has to be elegant and conservative." I told her in the politest way.

She gave me a faint frown, but she was happy deep inside. She murmured, "Look at the mirror."

As she told me, I obeyed her command. I whirled around and stared at the reflection on the mirror, slightly amazed. I loved how the folds hugged my waist, the purplish ruffles being wild, and how the glitter embellished the rich cloth of purple. I said in awe, "A beauty indeed."

She flicked her finger on my forehead, it stung for a second. I asked her, "What did I do?"

She scrunched her eyebrows and scolded, "Where did you learn that arrogant attitude?"

Blame my boyfriend, Nana.

I answered, "Well, aren't I?"

She paused for a moment and gave me a small nod. "Of course you are, sweetie. He wouldn't have fallen in love for you if you hadn't been such a beauty."

***

"Oh, God." I cursed under my breaths, I didn't want to risk being heard by his parents.

"Calm down." Asher whispered into my left ear as he squeezed my hand under the table.

I exchanged a meaningful glance with him, it was a total nightmare. I whispered back, "How am I supposed to sit here while another girl is sucking up to your parents?"

It was a miracle that Asher had convinced his parents to let him sit beside me, otherwise I would've been in somewhere hidden. On the other hand, I didn't appreciate another girl sucking up to his parents and tugging him on the arm, she's being sickly clingy. It was not a surprise that his parents adored her better than me, look at their grins.

"I won't let her get to them, especially me." He whispered back, he reassured me that it was totally fine. I forced a faint smile, I couldn't relax in a moment like this.

"Would you like some wine, dear?" His mother offered the girl politely, completely ignoring my invisible presence.

I bit back a snort of disbelief, I couldn't believe how she was actually acting now. She was much better when she didn't know about my relationship with Asher yet, this was worse than the party planning.

I took the chance of being ignored to examine the girl. She was a blonde-haired girl, her golden strands reached her tailbone. She had a pair of blue eyes, devious much? I noticed her pale complexion, but she seemed decent enough for his parents' judgement. She didn't bother acknowledging my existence at all, she's a wench.

I looked at Asher with pitiful orbs, I managed to form a small frown. Unfortunately, he also had no clue what to do about this situation.

"Dinner is served." A person that seemed to be a butler announced, holding his chin up high to hide away his thinning hair.

The girl squealed in delight, "Oh, wonderful! I heard that your home chefs are great cooks, I'm so flattered to have a taste of it."

"No one beats my cooking, I'm the best of them all." Asher's father complimented himself, I didn't buy his words. I was pretty sure he had help everywhere he went.

The three of them chortled in delight, I bit back a sigh of exasperation. I watched as a queue of butlers placed silver plates in front of us all and took off the lid, revealing a wondrous-looking dish.