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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 overthinking

room? I'll head over and get everything ready," Effie replied, her tone calm and

wasn't nervous—after all, she'd designed jewelry for royalty and high society before, and

quite what they were looking for. As long as the criticism was constructive, Effie was grateful for it. That

had

be difficult just for the

Effie-her time at the company hadn't been long, but Shirley

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

had seen her design sketches- they were vivid, unique,

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

her sketchbook and notes, and made her way to the conference

settled into her chair when Shirley returned. "Your clients are

stood to greet

moment she saw who walked through the door, she froze in

be kidding, she thought. Speak

was Isabel. And