Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 455

Reese didn't notice anything off about Sylvia. She just pulled out her phone, grinning. "Look, we've taken so many pictures! I'm thinking of using some for the engagement dinner and the wedding. Can you help me pick a few?"

Sylvia glanced at Reese's screen. The smiles in the photos were almost blinding.

Reese was the kind of girl who'd grown up wrapped in love, a real-life princess with a confidence that came from deep inside. Her laughter was infectious-so much so that even Rupert, standing next to her, looked more relaxed than usual.

They looked perfect together. Every picture was flawless.

Sylvia, on the other hand, felt awkward. She didn't know where to look.

"They're all great. Honestly, you two should decide," she replied with a polite smile, eager to change the subject. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Oh!" Reese exclaimed, as if she'd forgotten.

"I got so excited I nearly forgot the real reason I called you. The tie pin you designed for my brother? He loves it-wears it all the time, won't even take it off. So, I was hoping you could design something for me, too."

"What kind of jewelry?" Sylvia kept her smile up, but she already had a good guess.

Probably something for the engagement party-a necklace, a bracelet, maybe earrings. Even a tiara for the bridal veil wouldn't be too much of a challenge for her.

her chin on her hand.

froze mid-sip of

expensive, not really me. I want something I can wear every day, something simple but meaningful, you know?

cup. Reflected in the tea was

Reese called,

designed wedding rings before. I'm not sure I'm the right person for this. I could introduce you to a colleague though—she's designed rings for a ton of

Reese grabbed her hand. "Actually, Tristan recommended you. And I've seen your designs-they're exactly

stuck in Sylvia's

guess he wants to keep it in the family," Reese

Sylvia, it sounded

a way to put her

Sylvia could only swallow her pride and nod. "Okay, I'll

Reese instantly scooted closer,

"By the way, I wanted to ask-would you be

living abroad for the

three, four years,

and