Chapter 1808
When Love Comes Late
Caught in a dilemma, Stellaâs last hope rested on Fernando.
Exiting the clothing department, she passed the break room where muffled chatter hinted at gossip.
Uninterested, she hastened her steps until a familiar name, Elizabeth, caught her ear.
Elizabethâs oversight regarding Margeryâs dress had complicated Stellaâs work, leaving her struggling to finish on time.
Suppressing her frustration, Stella couldnât resist stopping.
A group of employees chatted animatedly about Elizabethâs recent visit to the clothing department.
They whispered about how she had treated them to lunch and high tea.
One voice, dripping with scorn, remarked, âRylie knows how to play nice with everyone, but only when it suits her.
Sheâs a pro at sucking up to people, but sheâs also quick to forget who helped her.
Even though sheâs on Prosperity Groupâs payroll, she conveniently ignores what Elizabeth did to Mr.
Clarkâs wife.
â
Another voice added, âMaybe sheâs getting some perks.
Iâve seen the fancy bag Rylieâs been carrying around-itâs supposedly worth a whopping 300, 000 dollars.
â
â300, 000 dollars? Oh my goodness! I had no idea she was so wealthy.
Surely her salary couldnât be that high, could it? Otherwise, wouldnât she have flaunted it since long ago?â
A voice dripping with sarcasm cut in, âWho knows how she came into all that money?â
The group continued their discussion, oblivious to Stellaâs growing discomfort.
As they debated, Stellaâs expression darkened, her thoughts churning.
As soon as she heard they were about to leave, Stella slipped away, leaving before they emerged from the break room.
Back in her office, Stella sank into her chair, deep in thought.
The more she thought about the situation, the stranger it seemed.
After a while, a gentle knock broke the silence, announcing the arrival of Fernando and Doreen.
They entered together.
Doreen came carrying news from the studio.
Stella asked her to wait for a moment and turned to Fernando.
âHave you found a good embroiderer?â she asked.
Fernando handed her a folder.
âIâve found a few candidates, but Iâm not sure if theyâre right.
You can check them first.
If theyâre not suitable, Iâll keep looking.
â
Stella looked through the resumes inside, all impressive.
But when she looked at their work, she realized their styles and standards didnât match hers.
She shook her head.
âThese are okay, but theyâre not what we need.
â
The dressâs embroidered detail was vital, the very essence of its allure.
Cutting corners was out of the question; it demanded nothing short of perfection.
Fernando nodded, understanding.
âIâll track down the embroiderers.
â
Just as he was about to depart, Stella remembered something from her earlier eavesdropping and halted him.
âAlso, check on the people Rylieâs been meeting lately.
â
A flicker of confusion crossed Fernandoâs face, but he didnât pry.
âSure thing,â he simply replied, before exiting.
Half a day passed, leaving Stella still grappling with an unsolved problem.
She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.
Seeing Doreen nearby, Stella asked, âIs everything okay in the studio?â