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.

off the thought. She was

arrive, could you please bring them to the conference room?

all, she'd designed jewelry for royalty and high society before,

that just meant her designs weren't quite what they were looking for. As long as the criticism was constructive, Effie was grateful for it. That was how

had confidence in

wouldn't be difficult just for the sake of

poise, felt reassured. She admired Effie-her time at the company hadn't been long, but

and elegance that couldn't be faked or imitated. Shirley always

Shirley had seen her design sketches- they were vivid, unique, and full of

Ms. Bagnold," Shirley nodded, then hurried off to

and notes, and made her way to the conference

barely settled into her chair when Shirley

to greet

saw who walked through the door, she froze

kidding, she thought. Speak

really was Isabel.

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