Chapter 88

Effie hurried off to her meeting and, as a result, never had a chance to look over the project brief.

By the time the meeting was over and she'd grabbed a quick lunch, the afternoon sun was already slanting through the office windows.

She was just settling in to finally review the materials when her assistant, Shirley, appeared at her door.

"Ms. Bagnold, your client is almost here. I hear she's a regular-very particular, though. Apparently, she's a dancer, but she's generous when it comes to pricing. Just a heads up: you might want to be extra careful with this one."

Shirley had a knack for knowing everything about everyone-a real office encyclopedia. She always seemed to have the inside scoop.

A dancer? The word caught Effie off guard. For some reason, Isabel's face popped into her mind.

Wasn't Isabel a dancer, too?

No, it had to be a coincidence.

Besides, there was no way Isabel would know anything about her. She was just another face in the crowd. Her marriage to Lyman was a tightly kept secret, after all.

thought. She

please bring them to the conference room? I'll head over

designed jewelry for royalty and high society before,

for. As long

truthfully, she'd always had confidence

client wouldn't be difficult just

reassured. She admired Effie-her time at the company hadn't

imitated. Shirley always assumed she must come from a good background, a life of privilege, even though Effie never flaunted labels or

seen her

nodded, then hurried off to

grabbed her sketchbook and notes, and made her way

settled into her chair when Shirley returned.

to greet

moment she saw who walked through

kidding, she thought. Speak

Isabel.

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