Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 125

“M-Ms. Anastasia Lawson, right?” the receptionist stammered all of a sudden, her words following a phone call she had just answered.

“A-Are you Ms. Lawson?” The receptionist regarded Anastasia with apprehension. Her demeanor conveyed a hesitation to even breathe, her eyes fraught with unease. “Sorry, I wasn’t aware of your connection with my superior. He called in person and asked me to allow you to try on the gown. If it’s not to your liking, I’ll promptly arrange for another gown to be sent to you.”

Anastasia halted in her footsteps and cast a suspicious glance back at the receptionist.

Anastasia’s reaction was not unique; the entire room was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.

Among those present, Felicia and Alastor’s assistant, Lionel, appeared to be the most perturbed by the situation. Anastasia’s brow furrowed as she directed her attention to the recèptionist and inquired, “What did you just say?”

“Apologies, Ms. Lawson. Please have a look at this gown. It boasts impeccable craftsmanship and a stunning design.” The receptionist’s head bowed in a fluster as she led Anastasia to inspect the dress displayed in the glass window.

Indeed, the gown was the epitome of luxury.

Anastasia cast an inadvertent glance at Jason, whose expression appeared innocent.

“Is this your doing?” Anastasia inquired softly. “Did you call Samuel again?”

Anastasia felt a hint of frustration. She hadn’t required Jason’s assistance in this manner.

grandeur of the attire was inconsequential to

remained indifferent, regardless of how exquisite

guiltily

not fond of such extravagant clothes.

for she could not afford to lose face when she would be

just two days remaining until her art exhibition, Anastasia held onto the

stood aside, Felicia’s expression

the staff seemed eager to curry favor with Anastasia, going as far as to display the

herself drawn to the dress Felicia

through gritted teeth. “Whether it’s men or clothing, it appears you have a penchant

“Do you

one?” Anastasia inquired, rising from her

by Ms. Stewart,” Lionel

had chosen. Could it be that your relationship isn’t as straightforward

spreading rumors about others, Anastasia decided to

everyone’s gazes fell

excessively

you spouting?” Lionel retorted, clearly

expression darkened, and she said indignantly, “Anastasia, don’t cross the

for whatever others happen to be enamored with. Had I selected the alternative dress, you’d probably insist you adore it