"When I get married, it will be to James. Even if they do it for profit, they have to fawn over me, beg me. Sophie Wilson... in the Wilson Clan, she is only fit to carry my shoes." Ophelia Wilson was extremely confident.
Chaya Davis heard this and finally felt relieved, letting out a long breath: "That's good, that's good. Today really scared me; I thought... hey, look at Sophie and Charles Seymour, the way they're acting, it's really... too hateful."
"Sophie's just jealous," Ophelia Wilson sneered, "She can't go back to the Wilson Clan, and now that she sees I'm getting engaged to James, she's just jealous of me."
"Mom, think about it, what skills does she have? What skills does Charles Seymour have? They couldn't find any other way to outdo us, so they had to stir trouble at this engagement banquet." The more Ophelia thought about it, the more she felt it made sense.
