Chapter 12:
Lindsay could already picture herself draped in a Janessa Studio creation, catching everyone’s eye wherever she went. The thought made her lick her lips in excitement.
The moment Lindsay spotted the assistant designer from Janessa Studio, she rushed over, her cheeks flushed with anticipation, her fists tightly clenched.
“Sir, I’m an enormous fan of Janessa Studio! I’ve sent countless emails, just hoping to own one of your pieces. Since we’ve crossed paths like this, could you please tell Janessa how much I long for a custom outfit? I’d pay millions or even tens of millions for something made just for me.”
To Lindsay, Janessa Studio’s clothes were more than just fashion. They were the ultimate mark of prestige and beauty. She was fully prepared to spend a fortune to make that dream a reality, no matter the cost.
Brice Miller, the assistant designer, was taken aback by Lindsay’s sudden approach.
He gave her a quick once-over, then sighed and shook his head with a look of regret.
“Miss, Janessa Studio has very specific standards for choosing clients. It isn’t just about money. I’m afraid, given your physique and appearance, you don’t fit the profile for our designer’s inspiration. We won’t be creating a custom piece for you. I suggest you look elsewhere.”
Lindsay’s face turned red with outrage and embarrassment.
How could Brice say someone as flawless as her didn’t meet their standards?
Lindsay’s eyes landed on the pristine white chiffon dress Brice was holding, and anger flashed across her face.
“I’m not suitable? Then who in this hospital could possibly be a better match than me? Who is that dress for? I want to see who you think is more qualified.”
Lindsay’s chest rose and fell with fury, each breath sharper than the last.
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She glared at Brice, but he ignored her, clutching the dress as he started walking straight toward Harlee.
Lindsay’s eyes widened in shock, nearly popping out of her head.
No way! To Harlee? Was this dress from Janessa Studio really meant for Harlee? That filthy, stinky woman was actually a special client of Janessa Studio? How could this even be true?
Brice walked up to Harlee and handed her the garment bag with a respectful nod.
A small smile crossed his face as he shared the exciting news.
“Miss Sanderson, as you asked, we located your family. They’re in Baythorn.”
“Baythorn?” Harlee lifted an eyebrow, feeling a bit taken aback.
She had heard her birth parents had been poor and lived in a hidden rural village, so she assumed they would be in some far-off little town.
“Thank you for your efforts, Brice. You can go now.” Harlee nodded, took the dress, and dismissed Brice.
Harlee headed to the restroom to change, while Lindsay stared at Harlee’s slim and elegant figure, her eyes red with envy.
Lindsay clenched her jaw, her anger building with each passing second.
Her features, once ordinary, twisted in fury.
Why did Harlee get the dress from Janessa Studio? That woman didn’t deserve it at all! A wicked spark shone in her eyes as she made a secret phone call.
When Harlee emerged from the restroom with the new outfit, Rhys was nowhere to be found, and the emergency room light was off.
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