Chapter 18

Megan strides into the restaurant she was to meet Elizabeth with an air of effortless grace. Her sleek, tailored attire drapes luxuriously over her slender frame, each piece meticulously chosen to exude sophistication. The soft click of her designer heels against the polished floor resonates with confidence as she moves with purpose.

With an impeccable poise, she made heads turn discreetly wanting to see who she was.

“Who is she? She looks so beautiful”. She could hear the hush voices of people in the background as she entered halfway.

Megan looked around before she finally sighted Elizabeth upstairs at a secluded corner, she frowned as she walked upstairs, wondering why Elizabeth would decide to sit up there when the down space was vacant.

Elizabeth was dressed in a white floral gown that accentuated her petite body. Her jaws dropped, and her eyes dripped with utter jealousy and envy. Megan was just always lucky, but this time she would make sure she wasn't. She thought silently wi