From His Fake Wife to Billionaire Heiress Chapter 115: Sophia's Inner Drama

Sophia's ears burned. She knew Riley had just embarrassed her in front of everyone. Anger slowly built up inside her.

She was about to fire back when Riley suddenly changed the subject, as if something had just crossed her mind.

"Oh, by the way... I think I got a call from a jewelry store earlier. Something about delivering some pieces." She glanced at her watch. "Was that them?"

Sophia's eyes darted instinctively to the box Nelson had taken away. Guilt washed over her.

She retorted, "Of course not! Those people were from a jewelry store, yes—but they came to deliver jewelry to me. From start to finish, they never once mentioned your name."

But before she could finish, the front door opened again.

A young woman in a dark uniform walked in with her partner. "Hello, is this Ashford Manor? We're here to deliver a dress for Mrs. Ashford."

She unzipped the garment bag to reveal the dress inside.

Sophia glanced back.

The dress wasn't flashy. No long train, no heavy embroidery—it was an elegant, moon-white custom fishtail dress.

Sophia's expression grew complicated. She knew this style well. It looked simple and understated, but it demanded a lot from the person wearing it—great posture, great figure.

Once on, it would look graceful, poised, and dignified.

Most importantly, this traditional yet refined style would match perfectly with the suits Lucas usually wore. Together, they'd look effortlessly coordinated.

Her heart sank. Unease crept in.

Could Lucas have prepared this for Riley?

She bit her lower lip hard, about to ask, when Riley stepped in front of her and approached the two staff members. "Are you sure it only says 'Mrs. Ashford'? No other special instructions?"

The two staff members looked confused. Clearly, this was the first time they'd run into this situation.

How many Mrs. Ashfords are there?

They exchanged glances. Then the young female assistant pulled out a small cardholder from her pocket and opened it respectfully.

"The note on the card does say 'Mrs. Ashford,'" the assistant said, handing the card over.

Then she added, "But Mr. Ashford did give special instructions when he placed the order. The dress and accessories must be handed personally to Ms. Harper."

Lucas specifically said it had to go to Riley!

Sophia felt her head buzzing.

Riley listened to the assistant's words, her expression unchanged.

She gave a soft nod, raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, and then calmly told them to leave the dress and accessories in the corner of the living room.

"Thank you," she said politely—no flaunting or triumph.

But that calm, effortless demeanor, to Sophia, was more sharp and infuriating than any insult.

Sophia was green with envy.

She stared at the moon-white fishtail dress, carefully placed in the corner. The more she looked at it, the more it bothered her.

The fishtail dress had a sleek, flowing cut—simple, but not plain. Every inch of fabric seemed to hold understated luxury.

It complemented Riley's cool elegance perfectly.

Her own dress—borrowed from a top brand, ornate and elaborate—suddenly looked heavy and gaudy, like it was screaming for attention.

The dress she thought would outshine everyone else's now looked almost cheap.

But Sophia quickly forced herself to calm down.

No. I still have the jewelry Lucas gave me. That'll beat everything.

Once I put that on, I'll still be the most dazzling person there tonight.

She clung to that thought like a lifeline, using it to fight the jealousy and resentment threatening to tear her apart.

Riley didn't seem interested in Sophia's inner drama.

She didn't linger. She gave the staff a small nod, picked up the moon-white fishtail dress, and walked up the carved staircase to change.

Downstairs, only Sophia and her styling team remained.

The makeup artists and stylists kept their heads down, pretending to work, but they kept stealing glances at Sophia with gossipy curiosity.

Time passed.

Around noon, the front door opened again.

Lucas came back from the office.

As soon as he walked in, he felt the heavy, overdone atmosphere in the living room.

Sophia had her full makeup on. Her hair was perfectly done. She wore her elaborate, ornate designer gown.

Everything felt too deliberate, too flashy.

For the Quinn family's banquet, it seemed... like too much.

Lucas had already had a rough day at the office, dealing with Terrence's mess.