Chapter <b>85 </b>
Heath’s hand froze in midair. His usuallyposed and handsome face twisted with visible fury at her blunt jab.
Veronica hurried away, worried that the charm she had just wished for would get tainted by their negative vibes.
“How dare she!” Heath exploded,
Eleanor quickly stepped in to soothe him, just like how she always had. “Heath, Veronica’s still sick. She probably doesn’t even realize what she said. Once she’s feeling better, I’m sure she’ll apologize.”
A sharp gleam shed through Heath’s dark eyes as he stared at the distant silhouette.
“She hasn’t lost her memory; she’s lost her mind She expressed her true feelings today.”
Miriam shrank closer to Eleanor, too scared to say another word. This was the first time she had ever seen Heath this enraged by Veronica.
A hint of confusion flickered in her eyes.
Why did Veronica leave? Did she really mean what she said about divorcing Heath?
“Alright, Heath. Calm down.” Eleanor gently wrapped her arm around his. Her voice was soft, but tinged with a trace of sadness. “You promised toe here with me today, but the moment Veronica showed up, it was like I didn’t even exist. You haven’t forgotten, have you? I’m really looking forward to the Arclight Awards this year.”
Heath’s expression softened as he said, “Don’t overthink it, Eleanor. Let’s head over. There’s no need to pay any attention to that woman.”
He had always maintained Veronica’s dignity in front of their child, but now, this showed just how far she had pushed him.
Eleanor was secretly thrilled.
Veronica may have thought that she was clever, but she was actually outsmarting herself. She’d better keep pulling these outdated tricks to y hard to get.
Sooner orter, Heath will be Eleanor’s!
After leaving the shrine, Veronica headed straight to Jocelyn’s studio.
Three gowns were prepared for both Jocelyn’s red–carpet and award ceremony appearances, each with apletely different theme—red, ck, and white.
The ck dress was a limited edition piece sponsored by a luxurybel. However, Jocelyn did
not like the color and had declined it.
The red dress was a recentmission. Heavy with embroidery, it was still in the process of being made. With such a tight schedule, there was no guarantee it would be ready before their uing move.
That left the final choice–a white gown embellished with feathered tassels. The design was fresh and eye–catching.
Jocelyn immediately took a liking to it. The team had brought it over in person and promised that the sample dress was alreadyplete. So, she finalized her decision on the spot.
The mock–up had arrived at the studio for a fitting that day. Veronica hade to help
evaluate and offer adjustments if needed.
When she arrived at the studio; Harry was already waiting at the entrance.
He smiled and said, “Jocelyn’s trying on makeup looks right now. She’s been talking about you these past few days. She’ll be pleased that you came.”
Veronica was ttered, but she dared not take thepliment too seriously.
“I’ve been looking forward to this coboration too.” She returned his warmth with a gracious smile. “By the way, which brand did Ms. Tillman end up going with?”
“Windswept Atelier,” Harry replied.
Veronica paused mid–step.
The industry was small, especially when it came to top–tier brands. It was unlikely that they
shared the same name.
After the incident with Graham Group, Veronica had deliberately looked into Windswept Atelier’s background. Compared to Novaro, thepany had been active in the scene for years. While its designers were not widely famous, it consistently produced a few standout pieces each year.
What really gave the brand its reputation was its young, prodigious founder, Theodore Baker.
His designs had won nearly every major international award, but a few years ago, he had abruptly stepped away from the spotlight.
Only recently had there been whispers of his intentions to return.
Windswept Atelier had long sinceunched its own independentbel, and with the support of several celebrity connections, its future prospects were promising.