She hadn’t expected things to turn out this way.
Although she was fuming inside, wanting to call Macy useless, Poppy kept a pleasant smile on her face. “After all, the matriarch’s birthday party is a big deal. He can’t just make a snap decision. Just look for another chance and try again later. It’s getting late—you should head home.”
But Macy didn’t leave. Instead, she simply smiled at Poppy, rubbing her hands together expectantly.
Poppy immediately understood what she meant. She picked up her phone and transferred some money to Macy.
“Thank you, Miss Yates! Please, have a good rest,” Macy gushed, eyes shining as she clutched her phone and finally left.
Poppy nodded with a polite smile, but the moment Macy was gone, her expression soured with impatience.
She glanced at her phone. The internet was flooded with articles praising her beauty and talent, as well as rumors about her rekindled romance with Soren. The earlier irritation she’d felt finally eased a little.
Soren hadn’t denied a single rumor.
That meant she still had a real shot.
She was so much better than Evangeline; eventually, Soren would come back to her.
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Over the next two days, Evangeline spent most of her time holed up in the lab.
In between experiments, she got a call from Soren, who demanded—clearly frustrated—to know when she’d been discharged from the hospital.
Only then did Evangeline realize she’d forgotten to tell him she’d left.
She also hadn’t expected Soren to show up at the hospital looking for her.
Assuming he was calling about the dress measurements, Evangeline explained, “I’ve already sent the exact measurements for the dress to Gregory.”
Since Soren hadn’t mentioned it before, she’d forgotten too. By the time she remembered, there wasn’t enough time to return to the house, so she went straight to the boutique and had her measurements taken, then sent them directly to Gregory, who was in charge of the arrangements.
She’d even told Gregory that if they needed anything else, she’d be happy to help.
Gregory had simply replied that everything was fine.
But Soren’s tone was icy. “That’s not what I was asking you about.”
Then what was it?
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