The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 18

“Emmeline!” Alana’s smile was saccharine sweet as she made her way toward her cousin. “If you didn’t have a dress to wear tonight, I could have lent you one! I have plenty of better-quality dresses after all!”

“Well, this dress was only 99 dollars, including shipping!” Emmeline chuckled. “It’s perfect for tonight,” she added.

Alana’s expression hardened. “What do you mean? Are you mocking our family with your cheap fashion?” Alana gave Emmeline a hard shove, causing Emmeline to stumble and fall backward. However, she was saved by a pair of strong hands that cushioned her fall from behind. Abel Ryker had just arrived.

With an arm still wrapped

protectively around Emmeline’s

waist, Abel turned toward Alana with

a frosty expression. “What’s wrong with a 99-dollar dress? Emmeline looks better than any other lady here tonight.”

“Mr… Mr. Abel?” Alana stammered. “I… I was just teasing my cousin. You’re right, her dress is beautiful!”

“Don’t you owe her an apology?” Abel insisted, refusing to let Alana off the hook so easily.

by many guests who had come to

as well. “Did you think you could just push my wife around and get away with it?” his tone was cold and menacing. He extended an arm, trying to get Emmeline

Alana pouted. “I’m sorry, I was

looks amazing in anything, including this dress!” Julianna Campbell announced, trying to

Rosaline Turner chimed in, feeling the need to protect her grandchild’s mother. “A

she’s not even close to Emmeline. It’s three against one! Isn’t that

Adrien agreed with his mother. “Not everyone can achieve what Emmeline

written all

corner, willing herself to disappear. The families could continue bickering on their own for all

still seething over the dress incident, but she told herself to be patient. She had bigger

glass to the crowd. “To express our gratitude for showering us with your presence tonight, Alana

waltzed toward the piano as graceful as a swan.

Emmeline

and began to play confidently. A beautiful melody travelled through the room as Alana’s fingers moved up and down

upper-class family! She could rival any famous piano soloist!” a

that’s the criteria to marry a Ryker,” another friend chimed