When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Matthew only nodded, his expression unreadable, his attention still fixed on the stage, lost in his own thoughts.

Backstage, the atmosphere was buzzing with frenzied energy, staff members darting around like bees preparing for a hive, ensuring every detail was in place for the event.

Lindsay, meanwhile, dismissed the servant and proceeded on her own.

Lindsays grand entrance earlier with Matthew had left quite the impression, ensuring that many staff members recognized her on sight.

As the launch event loomed closer, the air buzzed with frantic energy, leaving everyone too preoccupied to pay her much mind.

Slipping unnoticed into the dressing room, Lindsay found herself in a whirlwind of nervous models touching up their makeup.

Amid the chaos, the section where the dresses were displayed stood eerily vacant, beckoning her with its quiet allure.

Her gaze landed on the breathtaking creations hanging gracefully on their racks, and an ugly pang of jealousy surged within her.

There was no denying it-Stella had an artists touch, and each dress was nothing short of a masterpiece.

But so what? Lindsay thought bitterly, her mind spinning with schemes.

If these dresses were ruined, todays event would unravel into an absolute catastrophe. Stellas pristine reputation would take a nosedive, and Lindsay could bask in her downfall without lifting so much as a finger.

..

s ...

a wicked glint in her

herself toward the dresses, her

quiet

think twice before doing something

startled Lindsay into

hitched as she turned, her blood

in the doorway, was

but her

drawled, her tone

about stealing something? Lindsays face

about to give

quipped, tilting her head

Lindsay opened her mouth, but Stella cut her

youre searching for someone? Matthews already settled in the audience, by the

made friends with the models, I cant imagine who

maintain her composure, while Stella leaned nonchalantly against

any pretense, lifting her chin with an

go wherever

the Clark family and have a special