"And me?"
Lily Hemsworth looked at her youngest daughter and nodded in satisfaction, "Of course you're very beautiful. Just think about whose daughters you are. Don't worry, you two will definitely be the most beautiful at the banquet."
Beverly and Bella, flanking Lily Hemsworth, happily thanked her.
"We're not the most beautiful, surely the most beautiful woman at the banquet will be mother."
Lily Hemsworth smiled happily, "You all just have the sweetest mouths."
A few of them laughed joyfully, and after a while, Bella's smile faded slightly and she said unhappily:
"This national banquet, father should be coming back to attend it with you, right?"
Lily Hemsworth's smile gradually faded away, and a trace of bitterness flashed in her eyes.
Bella realized she might have misspoken, but deep down she felt more resentment.
