Chapter 108: Chapter 108

Chapter 108:

“You don’t need to compare yourself to others.” Harlee paused and then added earnestly, “And failing to outshine someone doesn’t diminish your value.”

Brixton was taken aback, pondering whether Harlee truly grasped his inner struggles.

During his school days, Brixton had struggled with what seemed like an unbridgeable gap between him and his brother.

Despite his resolution to outdo Rogelio, his attempts always fell short. The Torres family consistently favored Rogelio, an outstanding kid, leading Brixton to eventually lose hope in himself, a feeling that persisted to this day.

These insights had reached Harlee through Tonya. Tonya had shared that Brixton wasn’t a bad guy, but that he had never received the recognition he deserved, causing him to doubt his own worth.

As Brixton’s spirits sank even lower, Harlee simply patted his shoulder, offering comfort without words.

After all, only Brixton could save himself.

When Zandra arrived and saw her usually nonchalant younger son sitting solemnly at the head of the table, she was slightly surprised. Yet, instead of scolding Brixton as she always did, she cheerfully addressed Harlee.

“So, you’re the manager of Janessa Studio, correct?”

Harlee smiled and responded, “Harlee Sanderson. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Torres.”

“I never expected to see someone as young and remarkable as you. Miss Sanderson, you’re truly something.”

Harlee hadn’t anticipated Zandra’s warmth, and she responded with a softened expression.

“Thank you for your compliments, Mrs. Torres.”

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Zandra let out a sigh.

“I’ve heard getting a dress from Janessa Studio is difficult. I once thought it was an exaggeration, but I did go through a few connections to secure three reservations.”

“I’m a little lazy, so the slots for reservation are limited,” Harlee said casually, finding Zandra easy to get along with.

Zandra said sincerely, “You’re being modest. My sister-in-law once placed an order from your studio, and she couldn’t stop praising how your designs seemed to intuitively capture exactly what she envisioned.”

Standing not far away, Brixton observed Zandra’s praise of Harlee and couldn’t help but be amazed.

“This is the first time I’ve seen my mom compliment someone so enthusiastically. You’re really something, Harlee.”

Harlee nodded, as though such praise was to be expected.

Brixton was left speechless momentarily.

“You discuss the dress details, and I’ll get the maid to prepare some desserts,” Brixton said with a smile as he made his way downstairs.

He actually wanted some time alone to think over what Harlee had said.

Once Brixton was gone, Harlee took Zandra’s measurements and began noting her preferences in a notebook.

“Well, I have a fondness for…

Actually, I like deep purple evening gowns, but I feel they age me a bit.

For my three dresses, I’d like one to include a large shawl, and you can decide on the others.”

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