Ana's POV
The moment Aileen finished her accusation, the two women flanking her shot me looks of pure disgust. "The Welch family's driver? Really? That's who you're messing around with?"
Her other friend chimed in with a sneer, "Aileen, your sister's pretty cunning. Milking her ex for cash while keeping the Welch chauffeur on the side. Just check out what she's wearing—no way a driver could afford threads like that."
I could feel Aileen's eyes boring into my gown, taking in every detail.
The dress wasn't just stylish—it was dripping with rhinestones like money was no object, screaming luxury from every seam. Hell, it was way more elaborate than whatever Aileen had thrown on.
Aileen let out a bitter laugh. "Don't let my sister's fancy appearance fool you. Deep down, she's rotten to the core and broke as dirt. How else could she pull off stealing the Watson heiress identity for eighteen whole years?"
