Reborn From Oblivion

They were always showing off their love, weren't they?

It's a good thing she'd stopped caring about that jerk ages ago, or her heart would've been in pieces. Cameron realized he might've gone a bit too far under Nellie's amused gaze, and let go of Greta.

"Nel, who are you sewing for?" Cameron asked, eyeing the gray fabric draped over the sewing machine. It was clearly men's fabric, and the chill in his eyes began to thaw. He was convinced Nellie was making clothes for him. But Nellie stayed silent.

Greta chimed in, "Oh, Cameron, it's obviously for you. I mean, my sister's head over heels for you. She's stitching you up some new holiday threads."

Cameron ran his fingers over the fabric, dismissing Nellie's handiwork. "Nellie, I can buy my own clothes. You do not need to make them."

Greta teased, "Cameron, you're missing the point. This is Domi fabric, the kind only the royal bigwigs get. It's not cheap. Nel always gives you the best. It shows how much she cares."

Nellie tugged the fabric back, casually saying, "Who said these are for you? Don't get ahead of yourself."

Cameron's face turned a shade of embarrassment and anger. He snatched the fabric in frustration. "If not for me, then who?"

Worried he'd ruin the fabric, Lizzy quickly added, "It's for my employer, not you!"

Nellie gave a small smile. "Lizzy, you and he both get a piece."

The fact that Nellie was making clothes for someone else got under Cameron's skin.

Nellie twisted the knife. "I know the holidays are just around the corner. Everyone else has new clothes, so should you."

Lizzy's eyes shone with gratitude. "Thank you. It's my first time having new clothes for the holidays."

Nellie gazed at Lizzy with warmth, her voice soothing. "From now on, I'll make you new clothes every year."

Even though Nellie and Lizzy weren't real sisters, their bond ran deep. One gave wholeheartedly, and the other appreciated it deeply-a perfect balance.

Greta and Cameron felt awkward in the face of such sisterly love. Trying to lighten the mood, Greta joked, "Nel, who's this girl? You're treating her better than me, your own sister?" Nellie paused, her eyes piercing as she looked at Greta. "I'm just giving her a dress. Didn't I give you a kidney?"

Greta laughed awkwardly. "We're family. It's different..."

Nellie's words were gentle but cutting, "I'm giving her a dress to thank her for looking after me when I was sick. I gave my you, my sister, a kidney, and what did you give me in return?" She was implying Greta's ungratefulness without saying it outright.

Greta, who cared a lot about appearances, especially in front of Cameron, felt humiliated, her face turning a deep shade of red.

"Nel, it's not that I don't want to repay you, but I'm not in the best shape... you've got to understand."

"Yet somehow, despite your 'frail' condition, you managed to enter and win that new talent contest, taking the prize that should've been mine."

Greta's frustration boiled over, and she started to cry.

Cameron felt sorry for Greta, and shot Nellie a resentful look. "Nellie, do you always have to get the last word?"