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.

were surrounded by many guests

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 over to his side, but she distanced

pouted. “I’m sorry, I was just messing

dress!”

feeling the need

not even close to Emmeline. It’s three against one! Isn’t that right, son?” Juliana snickered, referring

with his mother. “Not everyone can achieve

was clearly written all over Rosaline

herself to a corner, willing herself to disappear. The families could continue bickering on their

she told herself to be patient. She had bigger plans in place to take down

the hall and lifted her wine glass to the crowd. “To express our gratitude for showering us with your presence tonight, Alana will delight us all with a special piano

of her gown and waltzed toward the piano as graceful as a swan. She was a talented pianist, having been

unlike Emmeline who did

the instrument and began to play confidently. A beautiful melody travelled through the room as Alana’s fingers moved up and down the piano keys, capturing everyone’s

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

also talented. I suppose that’s the criteria to marry a Ryker,” another friend