My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

The second–floor dressing room was in chaos.

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guests craned their necks and looked up curiously

“What is happening up there?”

“I heard Ms. Blair is fighting with a maid.”

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“Ms. Blair? disgraceful. She’s supposed to be a lady of standing.”

“Well, no matter how high she climbs, she can’t seem to leave behind her common roots. So unrefined.”

Declan, standing among the crowd, could feel the weight of their whispers on his shoulders. His face grew darker with each passing comment, his mood souring further.

It was bad enough that rumors swirled, but now the media had their cameras trained on the scene, hungry for the scandal.

The frenzy downstairs intensified as Shelia came storming down the staircase, dragging Sophie by her hair. Shelia’s face was twisted with rage.

The flashes of cameras were relentless, capturing every wild expression. Within minutes, the internet exploded with headlines: [Ms. Blair Loses Control, Attacks Maid at Engagement Party.]

Next door at the Houston family’s party, the guests read the news and shook their heads.

“I just came from the engagement banquet next door. What a disaster!”

“How did things go so wrong? The party is basically ruined.” NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Another headline popped up: [Ms. Blair’s Engagement Dress Mocked as Cheap Goods. The Brand Responds: The Design Followed Client’s Demands. Warnings Were Ignored.]

Debra was in the middle of toasting her guests when Erica shoved her phone under Debra’s nose, practically vibrating with laughter.

“You’ve got to see this,” Erica said, nearly breathless from amusement, “I can’t stop laughing.”

Debra took the phone, and the sight of Shelia’s dress made her laugh.

“I didn’t think it could look this bad in real life,” Erica exclaimed between giggles. “She looks like a giant glory flower. And all those diamonds… It’s like a nightmare for anyone with trypophobia.”

Within half an hour, the internet was ablaze with memes and comments

[Geeze, her dress is unsightly.]

[Seven figures for that custom gown? Honestly, I wouldn’t pay seven bucks for that mess.]

[My grandma’s curtains are more stylish than this dress.]

IDidn’t she try to copy Debra’s style? How did hers turn out so hideous? It’s from the same brand.]

I was the staff member who received her. She had a lot of demands and insisted on comparing herself with others, ultimately ending up as the one who got the short end of the stick.]

The Nichols family’s engagement banquet was officially a train wreck.

Erica scrolled through the latest photos, tilting her head in confusion. “Wait a minute, where’s Juan?”

Debra frowned, taking the phone from Erica. “He hasn’t shown up yet?”

“No way. It’s his engagement party. How is Shella there alone?” Erica asked, incredulous.

After all, Juan had been the one pushing for this engagement, making a big show of it.

Debra shrugged. “Not our problem. Let’s just enjoy our event.”