Chapter 452
“Caitlin,” Freya said, taking a small cosmetic jar from her purse, “this is for you. It’s great for breakouts-dab it on three times a day and see how it works p>
Cassidy had always struggled with acne. Every change of season, her skin would rebel, no matter how many treatments or products she tried; nothing ever seemed to help.
Today was no exception.
Even under a layer of expertly applied makeup, the stubborn bumps on her cheeks were still visible.
“Thanks, Freya,” Cassidy said, accepting the little jar. “Where did you get this? My skin’s super sensitive-most acne remedies just make it worse p>
“I made it myself, actually. It’s formulated for sensitive skin, so you don’t need to worry,” Freya replied with a reassuring smile.
Hearing that, Cassidy slipped the jar into her bag. “Great, I’ll start using it tonight p>
Cassidy had seen Freya’s certification in traditional medicine-she knew Freya was skilled, and she trusted her completely.
Still, whether this ointment would actually work was anyone’s guess. Cassidy had tried every cream and potion out there, and the result was always the same.
Absolutely nothing.
Linking arms with Freya, Cassidy grinned. “Come on, let me introduce you to some friends p>
“Sure,” Freya replied, matching Cassidy’s pace as they headed into the main hall. A lively group had already gathered inside.
Cassidy introduced Freya to everyone, one by one. Just then, Raven Cartwright approached, a smile on her lips. “Caitlin p>
“Raven!” Cassidy waved her over, beaming.
As Raven joined them, Cassidy continued, “Raven, let me introduce you this is Freya Gonzales, the youngest from the Gonzales family p>
There was only one Gonzales family in the Capital, so Cassidy’s introduction made perfect sense.
Raven smiled politely. “Actually, Miss Gonzales and I have met before p>
She extended her hand to Freya, still smiling. “Nice to see you again, Miss Gonzales. I’m Raven p>
“Nice to meet you,” Freya replied, poised and gracious as she shook Raven’s hand.
Raven’s smile grew a touch sly. “I’ve heard quite a few rumors about Miss Gonzales lately. There’s one I’m especially curious about, though I’m not sure if it’s true heard She paused deliberately, drawing the room’s attention. “I heard Miss Gonzales is divorced p>
The room fell silent, everyone suddenly interested in this corner of the party.
Ever since Freya’s return, the Capital
had been abuzz with gossip: some said she’d been married and divorced others claimed she wa barely iterate. But the Gonzales family’s status put most questions out of bounds-nobody dared bring up the rumors directly.
But Raven had done just that. Bold move. Clearly, Freya must have rubbed her the wrong way at some point.
Raven watched expectantly, waiting for Freya’s answer-this was no accident; she wanted to embarrass her.
But Freya showed no sign of being ruffled. Her expression remained as calm and elegant as ever, a faint, almost mischievous smile curving her lips. She looked Raven straight in the eye and replied, “Yes, I am divorced p>
Raven feigned shock, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh, I can’t believe it’s true! Don’t worry I’ll keep your secret p>
Freya’s smile didn’t falter. “No need for secrecy. Divorce isn’t something shameful.
It just means I ended an unhealthy relationship, that’s all p>
Then she glanced at Raven, her tone
still light. “Actually, since I’ve been back in the Capital, I’ve heard some interesting things about Miss Cartwright, too. For example, I heard you spent fifteen years chasing after Someone who rejected
your publicly-more times thần anyone could count. I was wondering, Miss Cartwright, what
kind of conviction helps you
persevere for so long p>
If Raven wanted to hit below the belt, Freya could play that game too. Why let
herself be bullied when she could strike back just as hard?
Freya had always believed in settling scores right then and there.