Cheryl's POV
Two Years Ago
This was Rachel’s first time attending a grand banquet hosted by the Patro family, and her nervousness was written all over her. In the spacious dressing room, she stood in front of the mirror, draped in a stunning custom-made gown, yet her hands trembled slightly as she sifted through accessories.
"Cheryl, does this look okay?"
I stopped a meter away, watching her struggle to maintain a calm facade. A mix of emotions swirled inside me.
'Rachel, this life—no matter how stressful—is the one you chose.'
But I didn’t say it out loud. Maybe this was the price she had to pay for pushing herself across social classes, but no matter what, I would stay by her side.
Without hesitation, I walked over and hugged her. I wondered if she realized how much we had changed
