Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 279: Chapter 279
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The sales associate, quick to recognize the status of the customers, immediately launched into enthusiastic praise as soon as Shirley and Faye, two distinguished ladies, walked in. "Madam, you have such exquisite taste. These are our latest arrivals, exclusive to our Enschester boutique. You won't find these anywhere else just yet!"
Faye frowned. "Cut the crap. Get them for me to try on."
The sales associate froze at Faye's sudden outburst. She hurriedly acknowledged before rushing off to find the sizes.
Moments later, she returned, all smiles as she wheeled out a rolling rack. "Here are all the pieces you wished to try, Madam. I'll take them to the fitting room for you immediately."
Faye nodded. Just as I thought she was about to follow the sales associate into the fitting room, she suddenly turned to Shirley with a smile. "Shirley, I'm not feeling well today. Since we're about the same size, how about you try them on for me?"
Shirley froze.
It was obvious Faye was deliberately making things difficult for Shirley. She could pick on me all she wanted, but I couldn't just stand by and watch her bully Shirley.
I couldn't help but retort, "Aunt Faye, you must be joking. My mom is a whole head taller than you, and your styles are totally different. Even if those clothes look great on her, who knows how they'd look on you?"
Faye shot me a venomous glare, snatched up her purse, and stood up. "Since Shirley refuses to cooperate, we might as well call it a day. I'll call Shawn right now and we'll head straight back to Sea City this instant."
Shirley stood up with a smile and said, "While our styles may be different, we both wear size S. I'd be happy to try them on for you as a reference, Faye."
"Mom..." I frowned, clearly annoyed. Shirley shot me a warning look.
She headed toward the fitting room. Passing by me, she gave my hand a gentle squeeze, a silent plea for me to stay quiet.
Shirley slipped into the fitting room and quickly changed into the first outfit.
"Faye, what do you think of this one?" Shirley asked as she stepped out of the fitting room.
Faye lounged on the sofa, looking up with disdain at Shirley. "Give me a twirl."
Shirley pursed her lips, then obediently twirled around in front of Faye.
"The color looks rather dated. It's fine for you, but definitely not my style." Faye sneered. "Please try on the next one, would you?"
I stood aside with my fists clenched.
If it weren't for the bigger picture, I would've grabbed Shirley's hand and walked out right then and there.
I choked back my rising anger as I watched Shirley keep shuttling in and out of the fitting room, while Faye lounged on the sofa, barking orders at Shirley like she was a servant, making her twirl around.
Finally, Shirley emerged from the fitting room after trying on the last outfit.
Faye finally stood up, let out an exaggerated sigh, and said, "Tsk, none of these are quite right."
Shirley looked utterly exhausted, sweat beading on her forehead.
I quickly went over to steady Shirley and, trying to lighten the mood, said, "It's already afternoon. How about we go grab some desserts first?"
Faye ignored me completely and strode over to another rack. She commanded the sales associate, "All the clothes on this rack, size S. Take them to the fitting room."
Darn it!
I couldn't take it anymore. Letting go of Shirley's hand, I stormed forward to confront Faye.
Just then, someone walked in and called out, "Hey, Natalia! What a coincidence."
Lindsey strode into the boutique in a chic, impeccably tailored designer suit.
Lindsey glanced at Shirley and me, then her gaze settled on Faye. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my! You must be Ms. Garcia?"
Did Lindsey actually know Faye?
Faye was stunned and asked in confusion, "And you are?"
Lindsey stepped forward, clasping Faye's hands and exclaiming with dramatic flair, "Ms. Garcia, I'm Lindsey Madden, Christina's protégé. You might not know me, but Christina often spoke of your mother. In fact, Christina designed an evening gown for her years ago."
Faye frowned. "Cut the crap. Get them for me to try on."
The sales associate froze at Faye's sudden outburst. She hurriedly acknowledged before rushing off to find the sizes.
Moments later, she returned, all smiles as she wheeled out a rolling rack. "Here are all the pieces you wished to try, Madam. I'll take them to the fitting room for you immediately."
Faye nodded. Just as I thought she was about to follow the sales associate into the fitting room, she suddenly turned to Shirley with a smile. "Shirley, I'm not feeling well today. Since we're about the same size, how about you try them on for me?"
Shirley froze.
It was obvious Faye was deliberately making things difficult for Shirley. She could pick on me all she wanted, but I couldn't just stand by and watch her bully Shirley.
I couldn't help but retort, "Aunt Faye, you must be joking. My mom is a whole head taller than you, and your styles are totally different. Even if those clothes look great on her, who knows how they'd look on you?"
Faye shot me a venomous glare, snatched up her purse, and stood up. "Since Shirley refuses to cooperate, we might as well call it a day. I'll call Shawn right now and we'll head straight back to Sea City this instant."
Shirley stood up with a smile and said, "While our styles may be different, we both wear size S. I'd be happy to try them on for you as a reference, Faye."
"Mom..." I frowned, clearly annoyed. Shirley shot me a warning look.
She headed toward the fitting room. Passing by me, she gave my hand a gentle squeeze, a silent plea for me to stay quiet.
Shirley slipped into the fitting room and quickly changed into the first outfit.
"Faye, what do you think of this one?" Shirley asked as she stepped out of the fitting room.
Faye lounged on the sofa, looking up with disdain at Shirley. "Give me a twirl."
Shirley pursed her lips, then obediently twirled around in front of Faye.
"The color looks rather dated. It's fine for you, but definitely not my style." Faye sneered. "Please try on the next one, would you?"
I stood aside with my fists clenched.
If it weren't for the bigger picture, I would've grabbed Shirley's hand and walked out right then and there.
I choked back my rising anger as I watched Shirley keep shuttling in and out of the fitting room, while Faye lounged on the sofa, barking orders at Shirley like she was a servant, making her twirl around.
Finally, Shirley emerged from the fitting room after trying on the last outfit.
Faye finally stood up, let out an exaggerated sigh, and said, "Tsk, none of these are quite right."
Shirley looked utterly exhausted, sweat beading on her forehead.
I quickly went over to steady Shirley and, trying to lighten the mood, said, "It's already afternoon. How about we go grab some desserts first?"
Faye ignored me completely and strode over to another rack. She commanded the sales associate, "All the clothes on this rack, size S. Take them to the fitting room."
Darn it!
I couldn't take it anymore. Letting go of Shirley's hand, I stormed forward to confront Faye.
Just then, someone walked in and called out, "Hey, Natalia! What a coincidence."
Lindsey strode into the boutique in a chic, impeccably tailored designer suit.
Lindsey glanced at Shirley and me, then her gaze settled on Faye. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my! You must be Ms. Garcia?"
Did Lindsey actually know Faye?
Faye was stunned and asked in confusion, "And you are?"
Lindsey stepped forward, clasping Faye's hands and exclaiming with dramatic flair, "Ms. Garcia, I'm Lindsey Madden, Christina's protégé. You might not know me, but Christina often spoke of your mother. In fact, Christina designed an evening gown for her years ago."
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