Begging For A Reconciliation

Chapter 111

When they returned to their lodgings, Serena asked Leah as she dried her hair. “Cindy, the organizers of Fashion Week are hosting a party. Do you want to go?”

Leah had a tablet and was sketching out a design.

Her design draft was still short of its final refinement. Once it was complete and presented at Fashion Week, it would cause a stir.

The guest house was prepared by the organizer, who had invited both as jewelry designers for Fashion Week. It was a three-story duplex that was exceptionally chic in terms of its decor and landscape.

Leah looked up. “When?”

Serena unceremoniously flopped onto the couch beside Leah.

She leaned close and said, “Tomorrow night at eight in Felicity Gardens.”

“Why would the banquet venue be set in the garden?” Leah was confused.

“Because they not only invited elites in this industry, but also many models. The Felicity Gardens has a good view, and there’s also a swimming pool, which is more suitable for showing off their gorgeous figures.”

Serena got up from the couch as she spoke to flaunt her body.

Leah pouted and rejected the offer. “No interest.”

“Are you really not interested? Summer is the time for pools and swimsuits. You have a great body. Go have fun!” Serena spoke as she smiled teasingly.

Leah propped up her chin and sighed. “But I’m not done with my manuscript.”

Serena took the tablet from her hand and gave it a quick once-over. “Damn, you’re working too hard. You can already win major international awards with this. What aren’t you satisfied with?”

Leah looked at the drawing on the tablet and frowned slightly.

She also thought it was more than enough but something still felt missing.

“You’re too hard on yourself. No one is perfect. This is more than enough. Go out with me tomorrow night, do you hear me?” Serena returned the tablet to her and leaned against her as she lectured on.

Leah, however, still wanted to reject the offer.

Serena continued, “You’re uninspired because you’re cooped up indoors. Just go out and admire some beauties or I don’t know, the gorgeous scenery. You might just find something that inspires you. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

Leah was beginning to see reason and her resolve wavered.

“Hehe, I’ve already had everything prepared for you.” Serena grinned slyly when Leah agreed. She suddenly performed a trick and conjured a small box from behind her.

Leah was curious and asked, “What’s this?”

“You’ll know once you open it,” Serena urged.

Leah opened it as prompted. However, her heart stopped when she took one look at it.

Within the velvet box was a leopard print bikini set!

The tips of her ears reddened. It was hard for her to imagine what this thing would look like on her.

Leah closed the box with a resounding snap and returned it to Selena.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it? It’s such a nice piece. You’ll be the sexiest person alive in it. Men would be attracted to you.” Selena’s eyes were glinting in the light.

Leah huffed. “I don’t like it. You wear it.”

When she finished she got up and ran into her room as if there was a demon hot on her heels.

Serena followed close behind but still failed to catch up to her.

“Prude!” Serena spat out and pouted.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she thought of something funny. Mischievous laughter filled the room.

……

The Felicity Gardens was brightly lit the next evening. Everyone in Linkville who held a high stature was there for the party.

Fashion Week was a distinctive feature of Pasteria and was held every three years. Models and designers, both domestic and abroad, would gather for the grand event.

The party held before Fashion Week naturally attracted the attention of the masses.

The models thought about competing in advance at the party to get to know the wealthy tycoons, and maybe even become rich and powerful wives to the moguls.

Designers, on the other hand, were motivated to network and get to know more gurus in the field.

Everyone seemed to put their interest solely on one person tonight. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

‘Is Cindy really going to come tonight? I want to see what she looks like.”

“I asked about it. There’s news that she’ll be participating in Fashion Week as a jewelry coordinator. But no one knows whether or not she will show up here.”

“Ah, I really want to know what she looks like. She’s my idol. She’s won so many awards in just two years. Everything she designs is just divine!”

“Me too. A genius jewelry designer. Who doesn’t want to know what she looks like?”

“I want her autograph!”

“…”

It was under such circumstances that Serena slipped into the party with Leah in tow.

Serena prodded Leah when she heard the chatters around them. “You hear that? You’re quite popular.”

Leah laughed helplessly.

They knew of the genius designer Cindy but had no clue that Leah was Cindy. No one would recognize her even if she were to come out of the woodwork if she did not identify herself.

As soon as Serena entered, she began to look around.

It was just as she expected. The models were dressed sensuously in bikinis and swimsuits, each skimpier than the next. This party could be mistaken for a beauty pageant if one didn’t know any better.

“See? I told you the ladies would be well-dressed. You didn’t believe me.” Serena whispered her complaints to Leah.

Leah pinched the bridge of her nose as she took in the sights of both men and women baring their chests before looking down at herself, dressed in a conservative bohemian dress. She felt out of place

for the first time in her life.

“I’m heading to the restroom to change. Do you want to come with me?” Serena asked Leah.

Leah thought about the swimsuit that she had brought with her and felt a headache coming on. She waved Serena off. “There’s no need. You go ahead.”

“Okay. Take care of my bag for me.” Serena shoved her oversized handbag into Leah’s arms and hurriedly left with no room for her companion to refuse her.

Leah, holding her bag, stood by the flower bed waiting for Serena.

She had been away from Linkville for two years. The social circle had long since changed. There wasn’t a single person familiar to her at the party as her gaze swept through the room.

Of course, no one came up to her to strike up a conversation.

Despite her beauty, the people there only interacted with one another for their benefit.

Leah soon got bored and fiddled around with her phone.

Just then, she was violently bumped into and her bag fell to the ground when her grip went slack.

“Sorry.” A rushed apology came from behind her.