Chapter 68

Only Sylvia knew that her Stella was the best daughter in the world. Every birthday after Stella became sensible was a wish for her to be happy and joyful. Stella would often say, "Mom, can you promise not to cry anymore?"

She also said, "Mom, it's usually dads who put tiaras on their princesses."

Later, she understood her dad didn't care much for her, so she said her mother's tiaras looked prettier.

At the thought of it, Sylvia's eyes reddened for a moment, but she had promised Stella she wouldn't cry anymore, and she managed to hold back her tears.

She reached up to adjust the tiara on her head and looked up slightly, thinking, "Stella, I made you a tiara, do you like it?"

Setting aside the previous incident, Eloise had a high regard for Sylvia's skills. Be it design or creativity, Sylvia's work was more innovative than Bridget's. Bridget's creations were also good, but there was one flaw...that overly extravagant ring. Suddenly, Eloise stood up, heading towards Sylvia directly.

"I'd love to see the clasp design you made, it's so discreet." "Of course."

Sylvia smiled lightly, handing over the tiara to Eloise.

saw Bridget giving a signal to the host beside her. The host, as

advantage of her gown to block him off, then

face-first on the ground in an

"So careless. What if you had damaged our hard work? Wouldn't that ruin your career as well? Don't you

looked up, startled, nodding repeatedly, no longer daring to make

Sylvia turned to Eloise, "Professor Eloise, you can try it on, it's only a prototype, but I made it based on

"I didn't expect you to consider all these factors, your expertise

silenced Bridget's fans who

not willing to give up. She had called Sylvia early on stage to

to try my piece as well. If

Sylvia objected, she'd seem petty. The difference in

was for Sylvia to calmly step

"By all means, please."

at Sylvia whose eyes

her piece, Bridget was sure Eloise would recognize the fakery could never match the

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