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.

the attire

indifferent, regardless of how exquisite the clothing

lowered his head guiltily and said

a sigh. “I’m not fond of such

not have time to be upset over such a trivial matter, for she could not afford to lose face

exhibition, Anastasia held onto the hope that someone would participate in her

aside, Felicia’s expression soured.

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

to the

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

“Do you

inquired, rising

chosen by Ms. Stewart,”

her preferences, even knowing which dress she had chosen. Could it be that your relationship isn’t as straightforward as it appears?” Anastasia inquired, adopting Felicia’s

to relish spreading rumors about others, Anastasia decided

everyone’s gazes fell

excessively concerned about Felicia.

nonsense are you spouting?” Lionel retorted,

darkened, and she said indignantly, “Anastasia, don’t

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