Facade of Love

Chapter 98 You Don’t Plan to Divorce Idris Anymore?

Charles did not exchange words with the girl but looked at Idris, saying, “Mr. Young, Madam Young is already urging us to be quick.”

Idris nodded, shifting his gaze from me to the young girl. “Zoe, thank you for your help today. Leave the other dresses here as well.”

Zoe nodded, smiling. “Sure. As long as Yvette likes my designs, I’ll keep sending them.”

I smiled at Zoe. “It’s been a long time since we last met. Your design skills have grown a lot. It seems I’ll have to start lining up to wear your designs soon.”

She grinned, her eyes curving like crescent moons. “If you like my designs, you don’t need to line up, Yvette. I’ll always put you first!”

Her words elicited laughter from everyone, and Charles once again urged us to move toward where Madam Young was.

We all walked and chatted along the way.

Zoe was Charles‘ sister and had always loved designing. The Zachary family elders supported her and even opened a studio for her. In the past two years, she had worked hard and achieved some success, with fashion shows and international brands giving her offers left and right.

We rarely saw each other on regular days, but it was a rare occasion today. The lively young girl chattered non–stop along the way.

operas, so a stage was set up in the courtyard. The spacious courtyard, which usually loomed quite large, was filled with guests, creating a lively

asked several of Idris‘ uncles to take good care of the

expression. “There are so many guests today. My dear boy, why didn’t

Madam Young, smiled reassuringly. “Some last minute work the company

not blame him.

say much more

was not like other gatherings. The elderly loved lively events, and the Youngs, not lacking in money, had hired famous chefs to

performers were well–known, their melodies graceful and melodious, enchanting those who loved

consideration for the younger guests too. Besides opera, there were other performances on stage, probably invited by the Youngs‘ third uncle — a famous singer from Hansa or Tilsa,

guests as a sign of respect and welcome. Idris toasted with the guests,

his drink.

a pregnant woman, after explaining my situation, I naturally

quietly at the table, eating, Madam Young seemed tired after a series of congratulations, and said to me, “Yvette, I’m a bit

aunties sitting beside her were stunned. They both looked at

asked them to accompany her when leaving the table

polite smile at the aunties and then stood up to