The Millionaire’s Bride Mocked a Poor Maid—She Never Expected What Happened Next
Chapter 11
Years later, Anna walked into the same dining hall where Beatrice had once mocked her.
The room was filled with guests.
But this time, Anna was not wearing a servant’s dress.
She wore a simple blue gown.
No extravagant jewels.
No crown-like ornament.
Only her father’s pocket watch.
A young girl approached her.
“Is it true you were once a maid?”
Anna smiled.
“Yes.”
“Were people cruel to you?”
“Some were.”
“Did you become rich afterward?”
“Yes.”
The girl looked impressed.
“Then being rich solved everything.”
Anna shook her head.
“No.”
She knelt so they were eye to eye.
“Money solved some problems. It never solved the important ones.”
“What are the important ones?”
Anna glanced across the room.
William was speaking with teachers from the school.
Beatrice was helping serve dinner.
The servants were laughing.
Anna smiled.
“Knowing who you are.”
The girl thought about that.
“Were you always important?”
Anna touched the pocket watch.
“My father taught me that a person’s worth isn’t decided by a room full of people.”
The girl smiled.
“Even if they laugh?”
“Especially then.”
Across the room, William caught her eye.
He lifted his glass.
Anna smiled.
Their marriage came later.
Not because a fortune required an heir.
Not because families wanted an alliance.
But because after everything they had endured, they chose each other freely.
And when Anna walked down the aisle, Beatrice stood among the guests.
She cried harder than anyone.
