It was one thing to be intentionally humiliating, but she''s wrapping it up so nicely. She presented a picture of deep affection, but I still clearly remember the candid words she exchanged with Ryan in the hospital


    room.


    Mrs. Shaw was clearly swayed by this performance, tapping her daughter''s forehead in frustration. "Why are you so obsessed with Ryan?"


    Bethany smiled obediently. "He''s such a good man. Some people don''t appreciate him, but I should, right?"


    ''Such a hypocrite.''


    I found it amusing but was not inclined to argue with her. I just wanted to wrap things up quickly and asked again, "So, can you tell me your requirements now?"


    "It must be noble!" She threw out her most important requirement with an air ofmand and continued, "It should have lots of diamonds, sparkling everywhere, with a cor lined with Astrian White pearls, something that looks very expensive. Oh, and it must have rubies, I love red..."


    By the end, I felt a bit overwhelmed.


    Diamonds, Astrian White pearls, rubies. This wasn''t a dress. It was clearly a jewelry box.


    I couldn''t tell if she genuinely liked this style or was just trying to make things difficult.


    I pursed my lips and said from a professional standpoint, "Miss Shaw, these elements might be a bit too much. It could be difficult to highlight the key points..."


    Bethany contemptuously replied, "Charlotte, are you jealous?"


    "Huh?" I had a puzzled look on my face.


    She looked down on me with a pampered arrogance. "Jealous of a dress that could have a seven- or eight -figure budget? You must be envious, right? Unfortunately, you don''t have that fortune-neither good parents nor a high-status marriage..."


    ''Idiot.''


    I swallowed the retort that almost slipped out and asked, "So, you want all these elements, correct?"


    "Of course!" She raised her chin haughtily. "At the engagement party, I must be the center of attention. No one should overshadow me."


    She then leaned into Mrs. Shaw. "Mom, I''m right, aren''t I? I''m your and Dad''s daughter, and I can''t bring shame on you."


    Mrs. Shaw patted her hand with satisfaction, "The Shaw family''s daughter nevercks anything good!"


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    I was not in the mood to continue this conversation and issued the dismissal. "Alright, I have noted everything. I''ll send the design draft to Miss Shaw''s email once it''s ready. We can make any changes through onlinemunication."


    I hoped to avoid seeing them again.


    Bethany frowned. "Aren''t you going to take measurements?"


    "No need. Don''t worry. The dress will fit perfectly."


    I could gauge her measurements with just a few looks. I didn''t want to waste any more time.


    Bethany threw a fit on the spot, "I think you''re just brushing me off and not taking the Shaw family seriously! Mom, look at her..."


    "Charlotte, are you trying to make money while beingzy? You clearly haven''t moved on from your role as a wife of an affluent family."


    Mrs. Shaw''s face darkened,pletely different from her previous attitude towards Bethany. She sneered. "If you can''t adjust, I don''t mind teaching you a lesson!"


    Clearly, she was not nning to leave things as they were..


    From the moment they walked in today, they never intended to leave so easily. Regardless of the reason, they were determined to make an example of me. "Mrs. Shaw!"


    Azy voice suddenly came from behind.


    Frank, with his long legs, strolled over with a carefree demeanor. "I don''t think you should bully her right now."