Sara stood there awkwardly, her face turning a mix of green and red.
So this was Olivia?
The woman in front of her was coldly beautiful and had a noble aura.
The simple red dress trailing to the ground couldn't hide her unparalleled grace and an ethereal, distinguished temperament.
Standing next to her, Grace was completely overshadowed, almost disappearing into thin air.
Sara was crazy to call Olivia old and ugly. If Olivia could be called old and ugly, then wouldn't she and Grace be outright hideous?
Her smile vanished, and she snapped angrily. "So what if you're pretty? Do you really think William would have married you if you weren't a bit attractive? And now, hasn't he just dumped you? If I were you, I'd be too embarrassed to step outside!"
Hearing William's name, Olivia's face
