Before Heatherâs art exhibition was held, Josie sent Angel abroad.
On the surface, it was to deal with matters related to the project, so no one went with Josie.
Josie had ordered a gown a few days ago and needed to go in person to get her measurements taken.
Morgan found the place. It was tucked away in an obscure location, and the tailor was a renowned fashion- designer in Wavery.
Taking the measurements was a tedious task as it took a full two hours to complete.
The designer complimented, âMs. Warren, you have a great figure, perfect for a gown. Have you worn one before?â
Josie shook her head.
âWhat a pity. Letâs choose a color.â
Over the years, Josie hadnât been fond of complicated attire, always preferring simplicity in her clothing.
That was the first time she had made the effort to have gown custom-made for herself, and she was exceptionally serious about it.
âIvory. I like the color.â Josieâs fingers paused on a piece of fabric.
In fact, over the years, she rarely wore white clothes. She had to work and care for Paul. As such, her clothes would get dirty easily.
Therefore, it was her first time trying out white clothing.
âMs. Warren, you have great taste. White suits you well, said the designer.
Josie responded, âWhen can I see the finished garment âSaturday. Once the clothes are ready, Iâll need you to come and try them on. If they donât fit, we can always make adjustments.â
âI trust you all, and I trust Morganâs judgment,â Josie said with a smile, swiping her card..
Before leaving, Josie descended from the second floor, coming face to face with a familiar figure. The person was carrying a Chanel bag, with a few people trailing behind them. They looked up as they ascended the stairs and bumped into Josie.
The newcomer was shocked and instinctively withdrew her foot that was about to ascend the stairs.
âItâs you.â
Josie stood on the stairs. âIt seems youâre here to try out clothes too, Ms. Olsen.â
Heather clutched the chain of her bag tightly. âYeah. Dex got it for me. He said itâs a birthday gift.â
Her taste really aligned well with Dexterâs.
Josie remained calm. âBirthday? When is it?â
Heatherâs eyes had a hint of hesitation âSaturday I recall Iâve invited my mother.â
âSaturday?â Josie echoed the question.
Heatherâs gaze hardened. âMhm.â
âCan I come then? To celebrate your birthday?â Josie suddenly smiled as if she knew nothing at all.
Heather didnât rush to respond. Instead, she said, âMs. Warren, didnât you also show up uninvited at the jewelry exhibition a couple of days ago?â
Josie nodded, âThatâs true. Since youâve invited Morgan, Iâll go with him when the time comes.â
After speaking, she smiled.
Heatherâs grip on the chain tightened, her palms starting to sweat a little. âYour relationship with Morgan seems to be more than ordinary.â
âHe is my boyfriend,â said Josie.
Heather looked surprised, narrowing her eyes. âDoes Dex know about this?â
After Heather asked, she immediately regretted it because Josie couldnât help but smile. âIf you know, donât you think he knows, too?â
After Josie finished speaking, she began to descend the stairs. As she passed Heather, she paused and whispered, âDonât worry, I didnât come empty-handed. On your birthday, Iâll present you with a grand gift.â
Those words were ordinary, but upon hearing them, Heather couldnât help but shudder.
Josie resumed her steps, gradually moving further away.
Heather turned around, her gaze fixed on Josieâs figure until it disappeared around the corner.
âMs. Olson, whatâs wrong?â the servant asked.
Heather pursed her lips, her palms swearing, as she impatiently said, âPaper!â
The servant jumped in surprise, quickly pulling out a tissue from their bag and handing it over to Heather. Heather ascended the stairs, vigorously wiping her hands clean. She then threw the bag, tainted with sweat, into the trash bin. Her entire demeanor was filled with anger and impatience.
That shocked everyone.
The designers exchanged glances, realizing they were dealing with a lady of a difficult temperament.