Chapter 218

Sophia's nails dug deep into her palms.

Yet her face maintained an elegant, composed smile, as if completely unfazed by everything before her.

God knew how badly she wanted to flip this table.

This breakfast had cost her half a month's allowance, and now it was being devoured by these vultures.

"Sophia, these shrimp dumplings are amazing!"

"Oh my god, the custard buns are to die for!"

The chorus of praise around her stabbed at her heart like knives.

With practiced grace, she picked up the last crystal shrimp dumpling.

The burst of savory flavor between her teeth nearly brought tears to her eyes.

Not from emotion.

From rage.

At the classroom's back door, Nigel Winthrop's figure flashed past.

He watched with satisfaction as Sophia shared her breakfast with their classmates.

"Truly the behavior of a young lady from a prominent family."

Nigel's lips curled into a triumphant smile.

The identity of the seventh Lowell daughter was exactly the stepping stone he needed.

Climbing this social ladder would solve the Winthrop family's crisis in one stroke.

His steps were noticeably lighter as he walked away.

"Sophia, you're so kind to us."

Lydia Montgomery fawned over her, eyes still glued to the empty food containers.

Sophia suppressed her disgust and gently patted Lydia's hand.

"That's what friends are for."

"By the way, Sophia," Lydia suddenly lowered her voice, "I heard your birthday is coming up?"

Sophia's spine stiffened instantly.

"Your eighteenth birthday—the Lowells must be planning something grand, right?"

Eager gazes immediately turned toward her.

Sophia's fingertips turned icy.

She had no idea how the real seventh Lowell daughter would celebrate.

"Of course there will be a celebration." She lifted her chin with a flawless smile. "Would you all like to come?"

The classroom erupted in cheers.

Sophia's smile froze in place.

She was already calculating where to borrow money for this nonexistent birthday party.