Sold At Three: The Heiress Who Took It All Back

Synopsis

At the Sherman residence in Crownhill, the living room was lit up brightly. The crystal chandelier shone on every corner, making the place look like a stage set for a show. Nina Sherman stood at the top of the stairs, a glass of warm milk in her hand. This was her habit. Every night at nine, she'd bring Yvonne Sherman a cup of warm milk. She'd started doing this since the day she was brought back to the Shermans at fourteen, and she'd been doing it for eight years straight. Yvonne poked her head out of the bedroom. She wore a cream-colored silk nightgown, her long hair loose, her face as delicate as a doll. She tilted her head, eyeing the misty blue dress Nina was wearing. Her voice was soft and a little coquettish, like she was whining or maybe saying it offhand. "Nina, why are you wearing my dress again?" Nina stopped in her tracks. She had bought this dress herself last week. The tags were still in her closet. It had cost her 1,300 bucks. That was her entire first paycheck as vice president. Nina said, "It's mine." "Really?" Yvonne blinked, stepping out from behind the door and pinching the fabric of the dress. "But I could've sworn I had one like this. Maybe I'm mixing things up. "Though with your complexion, it really washes you out and makes you look sallow. You probably shouldn't wear it."