Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty novel Chapter 556

A girl with multicolored hair was sitting at the bar. She noticed Yvonne approaching and immediately slid off her high stool, offering it with a casual wave.

"Mm," Yvonee murmured in acknowledgment.

Taking the seat, she grabbed the cocktail waiting for her, downed it in one go, and let out a long, weary sigh. "Ugh, talking to her is exhausting."

"Your cousin is such a buzzkill," the girl scoffed. A sharp laugh escaped her lips.

"I mean, seriously. What year does she think it is? Who still wears those cheap scarves from a street market?"

"Layla, my cousin's always been like that. Not everyone can appreciate what you call fashion," Yvonne replied. A smile tugged at her lips as she glanced at the girl beside her.

The girl's name was Layla Singer.

She and Yvonne had been in the same class since elementary school, but after middle school, Layla dropped out and started spending her days at her brother Leonardo's bar.

These days, Layla has completely embraced the look and attitude of a delinquent.

Their long-standing friendship allowed Yvonne to drop her usual pretenses. She relaxed in ways she couldn't around others.

Always playing the perfect lady was exhausting. It was with Layla, in this chaotic, rowdy bar, that Yvonne felt most at ease.

"You're one to talk," Layla quipped. She was unbothered as she picked up her glass.

"What's the point of dressing so plain all the time? I'm bored to death of your sweet, innocent little flower act. And you've stuck with it for years like you're allergic to change."

Yvonne's style was practically the dictionary definition of the "good girl" aesthetic.

Her long black hair was always impeccable. She wore knee-length dresses and makeup, emphasizing her doe-eyed, soft, and innocent appearance. She dabbed blush under her nose, giving her cheeks a faint, pitiful flush.

One glance at her, and anyone would peg her as the perfect honor student: harmless, and diligent. Little did they know, she often snuck off after school to places like this—a bar where chaos and rebellion reigned.

Yvonne came to the bar solely to unwind. She paid no attention to the men who occasionally tried to hit on her.