The Pinnacle Of Life

Seeing how Dorothy flew away like a goddess and disappearing in a flash, Emma knelt there, unable to move. She just couldn’t believe her eyes. This went against everything she had known in her life.

“Why… Can she fly?”

“Could she… Really be a fairy?”

Emma always compared herself to Dorothy. She wanted to be better than Dorothy in every single aspect. That was because the two were similar in age, and they were just a year apart.

Dorothy, however, had the absolute upper hand in the looks department thanks to her beautiful mother. When the two were still kids, people would naturally start comparing them as long as they hung out. They would compare their looks, their intelligence, and even obedience.

Hence, Emma’s obsession with defeating her had most likely started since then.

No matter the aspect, Emma felt that she just couldn’t win against Dorothy. Whenever they stood together, people only ever complimented Dorothy. It’s as if she was just a mere accessory, a leaf to a flower, a tool to show just how great Dorothy was.

After that, Emma changed.

However, it wasn’t for the better; she changed for the worse. She started giving up on herself. It wasn’t like any amount of hard work could ever make her better than Dorothy anyway… If they seemed close back then, they were in entirely different worlds now.

what Dorothy is now. She knew that all she could do now is admire Dorothy from

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was cooking while Claire helped

hated each other so much that they longed for the day they didn’t have to see each other anymore. Now, the two looked like textbook versions

time to time. She would ask him how much salt they had to put, how they should season the dish, or how long they’d have

shocked to see

be lucky if she

kids were still too small, hence there weren’t any obvious signs of pregnancy just yet. Despite that, this

eyes

close to placing his

her daughter and son-in-law were, Claire couldn’t help but feel glad. However, she couldn’t help but burn up

two dishes left. You can

to Dorothy

carried Dorothy and practically ran upstairs to their room,