Chapter 164

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Both the Blakely and the Keller families were prominent figures within Grester’s elite social circles, though the Blakely family undeniably held a more esteemed position.
Nevertheless, Cynthia remained confident that Anthea, belonging to a comparable social stratum, would afford her due respect.
However, Anthea merely offered a curt nod before turning back to Linsey. “Please, come in, both of you. I’ve arranged for some coffee to be prepared.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Blakely,” Linsey responded politely.
After they were seated, Linsey opened the dress box, unveiling the gown within.
The dress, meticulously tailored specifically for Anthea, showcased exquisite craftsmanship and intricate details that captivated her attention.
“Linsey, your design talent is truly remarkable. This dress is absolutely breathtaking. I adore it!” Anthea’s eyes gleamed with genuine admiration, her praise heartfelt and sincere.
Linsey offered a polite smile in return. “Your insightful suggestions were truly inspiring, elevating the design far beyond my initial vision. During the production process, Coen graciously provided the assistance of some seasoned designers, which proved invaluable in bringing the final creation to life. I’m overjoyed that you’re pleased with it.”
Observing Anthea’s evident satisfaction with Linsey’s work, Cynthia was engulfed by a surge of irritation.
Clearing her throat, she interjected, “Mrs. Blakely, perhaps I could assist you in trying on the dress? After all, you can only truly appreciate its perfection once you see it on yourself.”
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.
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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!
That damn woman had no idea what was coming—she was going to wish Linsey never pulled this shit!
Meanwhile, upstairs, Linsey and Anthea entered a secluded room.
The maids, with reverent gestures, draped the dress on a stand and discreetly exited, ensuring that Linsey and Anthea had the room to themselves.
Anthea recalled Cynthia’s antics with a mixture of amusement and disdain.
They were so blatantly obvious. Even after all these years, it baffled her that Cynthia still thought her motives were hidden.
Engaging with Cynthia, even briefly, was draining.
Anthea couldn’t help but sympathize with Linsey, who had likely borne the brunt of Cynthia’s scheming far more directly.
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