Chapter 2693
Sometimes, Regina felt like a piece of merchandise, displayed in the center of the foyer for the passersby to scrutinize at will, but now she knew it was a necessity.
Her family needed her to play the part, and it’s not as if she lacked the know-how.
Growing up immersed in the social graces, how could she genuinely be clueless about connecting with her elders?
Besides, until she was ten, her mother had always been by her side, holding her hand at every party, introducing her to all the familiar faces. Her mother needed to stay on good terms with these people; after all, they’d be the ones she’d rely on to look out for Regina.
“Agnes, it’s been ages! How do you manage to look younger every time I see you?”
The woman known as Agnes turned with a smile, giving Regina a once-over and said, “Hmm, not bad. You’re blossoming beautifully, more and more like your mother each day. You’ve even got her charm, don’t you? Trying to butter me up, huh?”
Regina feigned shock, her mouth agape, “Me? Butter you up? I’m a journalist, Agnes; we deal in truths, not flattery.”
Laughter rippled through the crowd at the right moment. “How’s the journalism gig treating you?” Agnes patted her hand warmly and said, “If it ever gets too much, just let me know. I could always use someone like you in my company.”
Regina shook her head with a smile. “I’m having the time of my life, really. I’ve missed you, though. My mom left some fine wine, and I know you enjoy a good glass. Shall I bring a bottle for you when I leave?”
Agnes waved her off. “I’m not a child craving for a sip of wine. Besides, those are keepsakes your mother left for you. Keep them safe. When the day comes for you to wed, you can take them with you. No one else should touch them, understand?”
This time, Regina hugged Agnes with genuine affection, knowing well the value of the treasures her mother had saved for her.
She also understood the subtle reminder from Agnes, yet she couldn’t help worrying whether she’d be able to hold onto her mother’s legacy.
“You’re a good kid, Regina. I know it’s tough.”
The onlookers took in the scene, exchanging knowing glances.
It seemed Regina wasn’t having the easiest time with the Tanners.
These folks were sharp, and even if they caught wind of any strife, they’d never speak of it. After all, Imogen was now the legitimate lady of the Tanner household. To marry into the
Tanners in her thirties, bringing along a grown daughter, was no small feat. On the surface, they praised Imogen, but their tone dripped with sarcasm.
There were unspoken rules within their circle, and someone like Imogen, who had wedged her way into status, was not exactly held in high esteem.
Not to mention, it was plain to see how Regina had become much more “reserved” ever since Imogen took charge of the house.
The reasons were evident enough.
After bidding farewell to Agnes, Regina made her rounds, playing the sweet niece to other familiar elders. It wasn’t too much of a hassle; after all, there weren’t many at this gathering whom Regina would personally greet.
Once she made her rounds, she picked up her skirt and headed to her father’s study. But the thought of the detestable man inside made her hesitate at the door.
Regina didn’t anticipate that this moment of hesitation would be her undoing, as she collided face-to-face with Madeline.
