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    What she didn’t see was Shelly, already watching them from a distance. Her anger surged as her eyes locked on the pair moving across the bridge. She knew one of them was Yvonne.


    She didn’t look away. That familiar figure confirmed her suspicion. Clutching her purse tightly, Shelly marched across the garden.


    “Well, look who it is,” she said with a sneer. “Yvonne, the one who charms her way through everything.” Her tone was sharp,ced with false sweetness.


    Yvonne turned around, but before she could speak, Margie stepped forward. “Don’t talk nonsense!”


    Her voice trembled as recognition hit. “Wait—Shelly? You’re Shelly Tucker?”


    Shelly ignored her and zeroed in on Yvonne. “Tell me, how did you manage to get inside?”


    Margie’s face went pale. The question hit too close.


    Shelly saw the reaction and pressed in harder. “You don’t exactly belong in ces like this.”


    She tossed a re. “I needed Norton’s invite just to get past the door. What did you do to get in?”


    Yvonne didn’t respond. She brushed past Shelly without looking at her and tugged Margie along.


    “Don’t walk away from me!” Shelly shouted, her pride stung by Yvonne’s silence.


    Yvonne didn’t turn back. Shelly grabbed a coffee cup off the nearby table and flung it.


    It missed Yvonne—but mmed into Margie’s shoulder instead.


    Margie cried out, stumbling as pain shot through her. She let go of Yvonne’s hand, pressing one hand to her arm.


    The cup shattered beside her feet with a loud crack. Yvonne turned sharply, her face twisted in fury.


    “I was ready to let it go, Shelly. I was done with the past. But hurting my friend? That’s something I won’t forgive!” Her voice cut through the garden like a de.


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    Shelly justughed, cool and careless. “So what? Why should I care how you feel?”


    Shelly’s daring grin only made the anger in Yvonne’s eyes burn brighter. Yvonne took a step forward, dragging Margie behind her. Her hands balled into fists, itching to wipe that arrogant smile off Shelly’s face. Then, recalling why she was there, she forced a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.


    “You’re lucky today,” Yvonne said coldly. “I have things to take care of. If I see you again, don’t think I’ll be so lenient.” With those words, she turned to walk away.


    She took a slow, steadying breath. She was desperate to confront Shelly, but this restaurant held special meaning for her. Ethan had brought her here. If she lost her cool, it would only make things awkward for him. Had it not been for the fact that making a scene would reflect poorly on Ethan, she would have dly put Shelly in her ce.


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