"I think your figure is not bad either, not worse than Evelina's." Bella Scott responded insincerely.
It was clear that she was jealous. Even if a random woman stood next to Wayne Adams, she could suspect there was something going on.
Cecelia Anderson felt choked up inside. She couldn't swallow or spit it out, just suffering in anxiety.
She didn't understand why men all liked those enchanting little creatures. Was there no attraction for a more normal woman like her?
"How can I compare my flat figure to hers?" Cecelia looked through more photos, getting angrier the more she looked, eventually closing them all.
Seeing her gloomy mood, Bella asked Clara for the address. Because of Cecelia's current influence, Bella had her dress up and cover half her face before taking her out.
They arrived at the clubhouse where Wayne Adams was, and Clara came up to greet them, asking Cecelia for an autograph first thing.
