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This return to her former prominence made Evita feel a bit dazed.
Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she noticed Isabella approaching.
Her eyes narrowed, and she frowned slightly.
Isabella wasn’t a fashion designer. Why was she here?
As far as Evita knew, Edge Entertainment wasn’t involved in the fashion business.
And it was Isabella who had saved Marcus. Could it be that Isabella had come here to ask for a reward?
In that case, wouldn’t she be exposed?
“Mr. Vaughn, it seems an uninvited guest has come to our salon,” Evita said.
“Huh?” Marcus looked confused.
Evita glanced at Isabella and, with a hint of mockery, said, “This lady doesn’t seem to be a fashion designer.”
The room fell into a brief, almost palpable silence as all eyes turned toward Isabella.
The gathered guests were surprised to see her there.
Some were eager to witness the unfolding drama, as Evita and Isabella had recently made headlines.
Not long ago, Evita had been the subject of gossip and criticism.
But suddenly, the tide had turned. Would Isabella regret it?
“Everyone here is my guest. I personally invited them. Whether or not they are fashion designers, as long as they have a passion for fashion, we can all share and exchange ideas,” Marcus announced.
Evita pressed her lips together, a hint of skepticism in her gaze. She couldn’t help but think that Isabella was only here because of her family’s influence.
Undeterred, Evita resumed her professional conversation with Marcus, while Isabella, serene and unbothered, quietly sipped her coffee.
Truth be told, Isabella could have left ages ago, but Andrew had promised to pick her up later. With little else to do, she decided to linger for a while longer.
However, in Evita’s eyes, it was clear that Isabella had been completely overlooked. After all, everyone else in the room was a seasoned fashion designer, united by their shared passion. Isabella, however, felt out of place, unable to grasp any of the conversation.
Feeling the effects of one too many cups of coffee, Isabella excused herself to the restroom.
As she stepped out moments later, she caught sight of Evita standing by the mirror, artfully applying a fresh coat of lipstick.
“You’re doing well enough in your field. There’s no need to force your way into circles where you clearly don’t belong,” Evita said coolly, putting away her lipstick.
Isabella didn’t respond. The thinly veiled hostility was tiresome, and she couldn’t quite bring herself to care. She washed her hands, dried them with a towel, and prepared to leave.
“Or do you see me as a rival in love, so you’re keeping an eye on me?” Just as she was about to turn, Evita’s voice rang out from behind.
Isabella glanced back at her, taking in Evita’s appearance with a cool, measured look. Then, she shook her head.
Though she said nothing, her gesture alone spoke volumes.
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Evita’s face paled ever so slightly.
“Do you think there’s nothing about me that can compare to you?” she spat, her voice dripping with disdain.
“Your arrogance will catch up with you one day!”
With a final sneer, Evita turned on her heel and marched back to the gathering.
As the event progressed into its second half, Evita grew quieter. She knew all too well the dangers of drawing too much attention. Speaking too freely could easily stir up resentment.
Feeling the stiffness from sitting for too long, Evita decided to stretch her legs in the garden.
As she strolled, her eyes caught sight of a Rolls-Royce approaching in the distance.
Her gaze sharpened with interest.
Inside the car, Andrew was focused on his phone, sending a message to Isabella.
When he finally looked up, he was struck by the sight of cherry blossoms drifting softly to the ground and a woman dancing gracefully beneath the tree.
It almost seemed like a scene plucked from a dream.
Andrew opened the car door, stepped out, and stood beside the vehicle.
Moments later, Isabella appeared at the entrance, walking toward him.
Just as she neared, someone suddenly collided with her, causing her to instinctively step back.
The person stumbled and fell to the ground in front of her.
It was Evita, struggling to push herself up while clutching her scraped arm.
She shot Isabella a reproachful look and, in a pitiful tone, said, “Miss Patton, why didn’t you help me?”
“You nearly knocked me over, and you want me to help you? You’ve got some nerve!” Isabella shot back, her words sharp as she brushed past Evita.
Evita watched as Isabella and Andrew slipped into the car.
Her gaze remained fixed on the sleek luxury vehicle until it disappeared from view.
Only when the car was completely out of sight did Evita finally turn and make her way back inside the living room.
The chatter of the guests filled the air, but someone quickly noticed the scrape on Evita’s elbow and asked, “Miss Gordon, what happened to you?”
“I took a stroll in the garden and accidentally bumped into Miss Patton,” Evita replied softly.
“It seems Miss Patton holds some kind of grudge against me.”
Everyone in the room, being fashion designers themselves, eagerly sought to align with Evita, given her close ties with Marcus.
“Don’t let it bother you. She just sees you as competition, thinking everyone’s mad about Andrew. Andrew is unlucky to be stuck with such a girlfriend,” said Lina Grey, her voice dripping with disdain.
Lina, a renowned designer who had studied abroad, had earned her spot in the salon because of her background.
“Well, I won’t let it bother me,” Evita responded with a serene smile, her composure unshaken.
“I’ve seen your work, Evita. You’re so young, yet your designs are so sophisticated. One day, Isabella might even beg to buy the clothes you create!” Lina’s laughter rang out, and a few others joined in with light chuckles.
Evita simply smiled, saying nothing.
Her eyes flickered toward Marcus. She caught a glimpse of his troubled expression and realized that his mood had soured, likely because of Isabella.
The thought of Isabella ever collaborating with Marcus seemed impossible.
“It’s getting late. Everyone should head home,” Marcus said, his voice firm.
Though it was only nine o’clock, and the original plan had been to stay until at least ten, his words carried weight.
The guests were surprised by the sudden change, but knowing better than to challenge Marcus, they began to make their farewells.
Evita had intended to invite Marcus to dinner, but before she could speak, Marcus interrupted.
“I need to go to the hospital. By the way, Miss Gordon, your acupuncture skills are impressive. May I ask who taught you?”
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