In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

Chapter 29 Here Come the Bitches Again

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In the middle of the high street stood a five–story office building. The exterior of the building was entirely made of glass.

Today was the re–opening day of Emily’s boutique.

It had been three years since she last designed anything. Now she was picking up where she

left off.

This time, her boutique was in a better location than it had been three years ago.

The decor inside was unique, with bright lights shining over the carefully selected clothes and jewelry, Simple and elegant, it showcased the exquisite taste of the owners to all passersby.

Back then, Grace’s and Emily’s shop, along with their unique outfit designs, had been all the rage amongst the socialites of Pamore. Many young women had coveted their styles.

Even before the doors were opened, there was already a long queue outside. They were all rich ladies, waiting patiently outside with their reservation numbers.

Emily had pulled Grace away from Amirate so she could help out with styling clients.

They were busy all morning. When lunchtime came around and the customers trickled off, Grace and Emily slumped onto a couch, clearly exhausted.

Emily leaned her head against Grace’s shoulder. “Babe, does this remind you of the past?”

“Yeah, it’s like we went back three years in time.”

and touched Emily’s face. “I’m

“Me too.”

upstairs to check on her clients. She told Grace to

the couch, Grace caught a glimpse of Celia and Yvonne out of the corner

eye.

an off–season luxury dress. She kept taking selfies around the

she had enough photos, she posted them on social media with the caption, “Look at my haul at this

posting the photos, she dragged

another expensive dress, she looked at Yvonne pleadingly. “Yvonne, do

clear. She wanted Yvonne to

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but she couldn’t afford much

diamond bracelet.

Therefore, she

clicked her tongue. She wouldn’t have

couch alone.

her.

is! I can’t believe they let a divorcee in here,” she said,

as luxurious as I

argue with them. “If it’s not high–class

She put her hands on her hips

me like that! Who do you think you are?

pointed at one of the staff members. “I want to speak to the owner of the boutique! How can you let people like her into the shop?

her arms and flipped her

Celia’s jaw dropped.