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Was she for real? How kind she was to me?
Her disy of generosity couldn’t fool me, not after the heart to heart she had with Bryant in the hospital room. I remembered every
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Susan seemed to <b>eat </b>it up, giving her a disapproving tap on the head, “My dear, why is your heart so set on Bryant?”
Dorothy smiled obediently. “He’s such a catch. Some people don’t appreciate what they have, but I do.”
She was mocking me.
I found it amusing but had no desire to get tangled in her web. I wanted to cut to the chase and asked again, “So, can you tell me what you want now<b>?</b><b>”</b>
<b>“</b>Make it luxurious!”
Shemanded,ying out her most important requirement, then added, “I want loads <b>of </b>diamonds, real sparklers, with a cor lined with top–tier pearls. It must look expensive at first nce. Oh, and rubles, I adore red…”
By the end, I was almost overwhelmed.
Diamonds, pearls, rubies.
She wasn’t asking for a dress; she was asking for a jewelry box.
I couldn’t tell if she genuinely liked that style or <b>was </b>just making things difficult on purpose.
I pursed my lips, trying to keep it professional, “Ms. Myers, that might be a bit too much. It’s hard to highlight anything when…”
Dorothy scoffed, “Jane, are you jealous?”
I was speechless.
Her attitude was one of spoiled superiority. “Jealous that I can have a dress with a seven–figure budget? Must sting, huh? Too bad! You weren’t born into this, without great parents, and now a divorcee…”
She was crazy!
1 bit back the words that nearly escaped me, “You’re sure you want all those elements included?”
“Absolutely!” She lifted her chin with a smug look, “On my engagement day, I have to be the center of attention, no one can outshine
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Then, turning to Susan<b>, </b><b>she </b>said, “Mom, I’m right, aren’t I? I am your daughter, I can’t let you down.”
Susan patted her hand affectionately. “My daughter deserves nothing but the best!”
Such a loving mother–daughter moment.
I had no interest in watching this y out any longer, “Alright, I’ve got it. I’ll send the design to your email. If there are any issues, we can adjust it online.”
I hoped we wouldn’t have to meet again.
Dorothy frowned, “Aren’t you going to take my measurements?”
“No need. Trust me, itil fil”
I had already taken them with a few nces.
I didn’t want to waste any more time.
Dorothy exploded, “You’re just brushing me off, not giving the Myers family the respect we deserve! Mom<b>, </b>look
“Jane, trying to make a quick buck while cuttingers<b>? </b>You seem to forget you’re no longer a rich man’s spun
Susan’s face hardened, a <b>stark </b>contrast to her earlier demeanor<b>, </b>scoffing. “If you can’t adjust, maybe it’s time youContent rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.
Clearly, they weren’t nning on leaving without making a scene.
From the moment they walked in today, they were looking for a fight.
“Mrs. Myers!” Suddenly, a rxed voice called from behind,
Gregory strade over with long, confident steps, the very picture of carefree arrogance, “You can’t bully her now.”