Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 416

Yvonne's gaze was fixed on something behind Lydia. Lydia instinctively turned and saw her son, Thomas, approaching with champagne.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” Thomas asked, frowning slightly.

Yvonne, in her high heels, walked over to Thomas' side, took the champagne from his hand, and swirled it casually. “Mrs. Taylor just came up and said a lot of things to me, something about knowing my place and not being delusional… It was all very strange. I had no idea what she was talking about.”

Yvonne took a sip of champagne, her face a mask of innocent confusion.

Thomas' expression, however, darkened instantly as he shot his mother a cold look.

Lydia felt a pang of guilt. Just as she was about to defend herself, she saw her younger sister, Emma, the hostess of the banquet, enter the hall.

“Thomas, Emma's here. Come with me and say hello.”

Yvonne's back was to the entrance, but she turned instinctively and saw a bejeweled Emma walking in, with Bennett naturally by her side.

And besides Bennett, Yolanda was with them as well.

That thirty-million-dollar, limited-edition lilac gown Yvonne had seen was being worn by Yolanda.

The saying 'clothes make the woman' was certainly true.

Dressed in thirty million dollars' worth of couture, Yolanda looked much more elegant, her five-out-of-ten looks elevated to a seven.

Yolanda clung intimately to Emma's arm, mingling with guests alongside her, looking for all the world like the half-mistress of the Thompson family.

Yvonne couldn't be bothered with them, but Marcia wasn't content with just taking jabs at Teresa; she had to turn her vitriol on Yvonne.

“I don't know what got into Mr. Hughes, rejecting my Letitia for a country bumpkin. Yvonne's adoptive parents are in jail, her biological father is in jail... Is she cursed or something? Everyone who gets involved with her meets a bad end.”

Marcia finished, covering her mouth in mock concern. “Oh dear, I hope she doesn't jinx Mr. Hughes into landing in prison too… Ah!”

Before Marcia could finish, Yvonne had doused her with champagne.

“Yvonne, what are you doing?!” Marcia's expensive gown was soaked. Worse, it was a low-cut silk dress, and the wet silk had become nearly transparent, clearly revealing her bra underneath.

Marcia was about to lose her mind with fury.