Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

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.

the thought. She was overthinking

Shirley. When they arrive, could you please bring them to the conference room?

happens, happens, she thought. She wasn't nervous—after all, she'd designed jewelry for royalty and high society before, and they'd all left

a client was picky, 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 she

she'd always had confidence in her

wouldn't be difficult just

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

elegance that couldn't be faked or imitated. Shirley always assumed she must come from a good background, a life of

anything, Effie was talented. Shirley had seen her design sketches- they were vivid, unique, and

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

and notes,

into her chair when Shirley returned.

to

through the door,

she thought.

Isabel. And