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!"

gasped and immediately reached for

Sylvia instinctively pulled away. Bridget stumbled backward, bumping into the table. She clutched her stomach, her voice trembling, "Sylvia, why'd you push me? I

office swarmed around Bridget, fussing

"Are you okay, Bridget?"

insisted with a pained little smile, "It was just an accident. Sylvia didn't

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

eyes turned on Sylvia from all around

quietly, stroking her belly, her lips curved in a

on in here? Don't you people have work

her tone perfectly polite. "But you know what they say-it's best to keep

sweet but pointed look. suppose Ms. Eloise wouldn't know what it's like-being pregnant for the

sarcasm was so

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

her belly, her

for a reply. She turned to Sylvia. "Come with me for a minute."

her into the

her temples and looked at Sylvia. "Want me to give

a tired but genuine smile. "The product