My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 467

Chapter 467:

“Carrie? What a surprise to see you here.”

Carrie and the shop owner turned toward the door to find a woman dressed in obvious wealth standing there.

She was draped in a chunky tweed coat, holding a limited-edition handbag with its handle wrapped in a silk

scarf. Every piece of her attire screamed luxury.

In comparison, Carrie looked understated. Her outfit bore no prominent logos, and her only designer accessory

was a simple bag that wasn’t overly pricey. She had picked the bag with little thought, opting for one big enough

for a shopping trip.

Carrie hesitated briefly but regained her composure and replied coolly, “Oh, it's been a while.”

The woman was Ailyn, a former high school classmate of Carrie’s. They'd never been close, and apart from

Camille, Carrie hadn't stayed in touch with many of her peers.

Carrie had always been distant, her reserved demeanor and striking looks forming a natural wall around her.

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From what she remembered, Ailyn cfrom humble beginnings, with both parents working factory jobs. Carrie

wasn’t one to judge people too harshly, but even she had to admit that Ailyn wasn’t the sharpest. She often

struggled with things that seemed simple to others and didn’t exactly make up for it with hard work or

determination. Rather than working to overcher flaws, Ailyn had spent her school years plotting ways to

catch the eye of affluent classmates.

Now, it appeared she had achieved her goal, marrying into wealth and living the life she had always envisioned.

With a flick of her immaculately styled hair, Ailyn took a seat opposite Carrie and directed a commanding gaze at

the shop owner. “A latte, if you will.”

The shop owner, unfazed by her imperious tone, smiled politely and moved toward the coffee machine. “We just

got in sGeisha beans—my personal favorite.”

Ailyn curled her lip dismissively. “Geisha? Sounds unfamiliar. | stick to Blue Mountain.”

The shop owner quietly made two cups of coffee, and as she approached with them, her gaze briefly met

Carrie's. They exchanged a quiet, knowing smile, both recognizing Ailyn’s attempt to fake her understanding.

With Geisha beans costing over two thousand per pound compared to Blue Mountain's modest three hundred,

the price gap was staggering. Yet, for casual drinkers, Blue Mountain's reputation made it more recognizable.

Carrie picked up her cup, appreciating the intricate latte art—a whimsical cloud with tiny raindrops beneath it.

Taking a sip, she commented, “The floral and fruity undertones are incredibly pronounced.”

Ailyn gave a derisive laugh. “That latte art? It looks like something a kid would doodle. Most cafes offer much

more elaborate designs. I've heard this place hyped up by society women, but frankly, it's overrated.”

The shop owner, though young, had a calmness that seemed much older than her age. She smiled quietly, not at

all bothered by Ailyn’s rudeness.

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With no one else around, Ailyn grew restless and shifted her attention to Carrie. “Are you here alone? Where's

your husband?”

Carrie absentmindedly took a sip of her coffee before responding, “He’s at work.”

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