Chapter 143

Chapter 143 How Are Things Going At CR...

Anthea's frown deepened, her voice icy as she rebuked Cynthia. "This creation is Linsey's masterpiece. If I'm going to have

someone help me try it on, it better be her. Your involvement lacks the intimate knowledge of its nuances. Just think about the mess it would cause if handled the wrong way."

Her words sliced through the air, leaving Cynthia momentarily stunned, her expression crumpling into an uncomfortable

mix of surprise and embarrassment.

Yet, unwilling to stir further discord, Cynthia mustered a strained smile. "You're absolutely right, Mrs. Blakely."

Dismissing Cynthia with nothing more than a sharp turn of her head, Anthea beckoned Linsey. "Well, it's about time. Let's

proceed with the fitting."

"Of course," Linsey agreed, her tone respectful as she followed Anthea's lead upstairs.

Trailing behind, two maids handled the exquisite dress with utmost care, their steps measured and silent.

Cynthia was left in the echo of their departure, her cheeks burning with suppressed rage.

That fucking bitch Linsey! No doubt Linsey ran her mouth and trashed her to Anthea earlier!

no idea what was coming-she was going to wish Linsey never pulled this

and Anthea entered a

stand and discreetly exited, ensuring that

Cynthia's antics with a mixture of

after all these years, it baffled her that Cynthia still thought her motives were

even briefly,

likely borne the brunt

carefully

friend of Collin's mother and

Collin, almost

idea of him remaining solitary for life,

having found Linsey, a

stirred a protective instinct

to break the contemplative quiet, Anthea inquired in a warm, concerned tone, "How are things

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How Are Things

Are you fitting in well with

responded with a gentle smile that lit up her features,

in doubt. She

today. Her

her way into

list of designers Coen sent over for this project, and there's no mention

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