Chapter 793
When Love Comes Late
Nearly an hour later, Stella set down her pen in astonishment.
The alterations, though minor, had transformed her design beyond recognition.
A sudden thought struck Stella.
Whoever could recommend such impactful changes must be extraordinarily skilled, perhaps even more so than her.
If Dulce had access to such a remarkable designer, why recruit her in the first place?
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Puzzled, Stella decided to quash her speculations and called Eloise.
Upon connecting the call, Stella succinctly articulated her concerns.
Eloise chuckled.
âThe modifications were just casual suggestions from one of our team members.
Perhaps our familiarity with Dulceâs style has made the changes seem more significant than they are.
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Stellaâs expression hardened.
She didnât entirely buy Eloiseâs explanation.
However, pressing further seemed unlikely to yield a straightforward answer.
After pondering briefly, Stella proposed cautiously, âI must give you credit for these changes, so Iâll add your teamâs signature on the sketch.
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âAbsolutely not.
â Eloise refused immediately.
âThose were mere suggestions.
Feel free to execute the design as you see fit.
I must attend to other matters, so Iâll have to end this call.
If you have further questions, we can discuss them later.
â
Before Stella could utter another word, the line went dead, leaving her listening to the dial tone.
Confused, she stared at her phone.
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Just then, a text from Matthew popped up on her screen, inviting her to lunch.
After a brief moment of contemplation, she texted back, âOkay.
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Stashing her design sketch in her bag, she made her way downstairs.
Shortly after, Matthew pulled up in his car.
As they entered the restaurant, a sense of deja vu washed over Stella.
Once seated, her gaze landed on a wall adorned with photographs, triggering a flood of memories.
Turning to Matthew, her eyes sparkling, she said, âThis is the same restaurant where I invited you to dinner that one time.
Remember? The waiter even took our picture.
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Matthew nodded, smiling.
He reached into the pocket of his suit, pulled out his wallet, and slid it across the table to Stella.