She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 912

The color drained from Everett's face the moment he saw Melanie wasn't alone. Preston Whitmore was walking right beside her.

Daphne noticed the shift instantly.

Melanie did, too, as she approached.

In that split second, Everett's expression was a raw mix of crushing disappointment and the stinging anger of a man who realized he'd been played.

Melanie's gaze flickered briefly, but she masked it with cool composure.

She had conveniently left out the tiny detail that this was a double date.

Preston strode beside her, shooting her a quiet, sideways glance.

And just like that, the four of them stood in a neat, awkward little square.

"Wow, Melanie, is that the new dress Preston got you? It's gorgeous," Daphne blurted out.

She couldn't hide her admiration for the sleek purple number Melanie wore—a style she'd never seen on her friend before.

"Yeah," Melanie nodded, throwing a brief look at Preston.

"It turns out our tastes align perfectly."

The purple dress was an exercise in minimalist elegance. No frills, no excess—just impeccable tailoring and luxurious fabric.

The soft, elegant hue highlighted her radiant complexion flawlessly.

Everett had intended to compliment Melanie as well.

She looked undeniably breathtaking.

But the moment Daphne mentioned Preston had bought it for her, the words died in his throat.

"...Are you two back together?"

Everett asked. The words slipped out as a fragile whisper, meant only for himself.

He didn't want anyone else to hear.

Especially Melanie.

He wasn't her boyfriend; he had no right to pry into her personal life.

"Let's not just stand on the sidewalk. Let's go in," Melanie urged, herding them through the doors.

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