Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 370

Wedding Favors?

Sylvia stared blankly at the box in front of her.

It was shaped like a music box, every detail showing off beautiful hand-crafted work.

If the packaging was already this impressive, whatever was inside must be even more extravagant.

In a daze, she watched as Bridget swept in, draped in a loose, ivory cashmere dress that somehow made her glow. It was the kind of soft, elegant look that would belong in a fall catalog.

Bridget gently placed a hand on her not-yet-there belly, smiling playfully. "Sylvia, did you catch the news today? Mr. Rupert and I are tying the knot! Mainly because Mr. Rupert knows how much I care about looking good and he's worried I'll outgrow my wedding dress if we wait too long."

She gestured at the little boxes scattered on the breakroom table.

"The moment we announced our engagement, all these brands started sending over wedding favors for me to choose from. I honestly can't pick, so I figured I'd let everyone help me out."

She turned to Sylvia, holding out the prettiest box. "This one's for you. It's the priciest Mr. Rupert picked it out himself."

Bridget beamed and nudged the favor into Sylvia's hands.

Sylvia didn't react fast enough. The box slipped and hit the floor with a soft thud. The delicate shell split apart, and a tiny bottle of luxury perfume shattered, the scent flooding the office-overwhelming, floral, and sharp enough to make Sylvia's lingering hangover churn.

"Oh my gosh!"

immediately reached

clutched her stomach, her voice trembling, "Sylvia, why'd you

of the office swarmed around Bridget, fussing

"Are you okay, Bridget?"

Bridget insisted with a pained little smile, "It

shot Sylvia a sharp look and muttered, "Seriously, you should at least apologize. Bridget's carrying Mr.

Sylvia

sat quietly, stroking her belly, her lips curved in a subtle, unreadable

people have work to do?" Eloise

front of Bridget, her face unreadable. "Congrats," she said, her tone perfectly polite. "But you know what they say-it's best to keep things low-key for the first three

but pointed look. suppose Ms. Eloise wouldn't know what it's like-being pregnant for the first time. Mr. Rupert's over

sarcasm was so obvious, even Sylvia

to intervene, but Eloise stepped in front of her, smiling coolly at Bridget's stomach. "You're right. When the baby arrives, I'

hand froze on her belly, her

to Sylvia. "Come

followed her

looked at Sylvia. "Want me to give you a

"The product launch is coming up. I don't want to slow