Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 280: Chapter 280

I might not be into fashion, but Christina's name definitely rang a bell.
She was a legendary top-tier fashion designer, so renowned that countless industry moguls and celebrities were dying to wear her creations on the runway.
The only catch was that Christina herself was famously aloof. It was said that she avoided socializing and couldn't care less about chasing fame or fortune.
She only designed for those who met her exacting standards.
To think Lindsey was actually Christina's protégé!
Hearing this, Faye was visibly surprised and quickly chimed in, "Oh, I remember. My mother wore that very gown at my wedding. Honestly, I've always wanted to meet Christina in person. It would be such an honor if she could design a gown just for me."
"Christina announced her retirement last year and won't be releasing any new collections," Lindsey said.
Faye let out a sigh, her admiration for Christina written all over her face. "What a shame."
"Actually, Ms. Garcia, there's no need for regret," Lindsey said, her tone brightening as she beamed. "Last year, I was fortunate to spend a lot of time by Christina's side.
"After she retired, she entrusted me with a Neglanan-style gown she had personally designed and treasured for years, asking me to bring it back home to find its perfect match. And today, when I met you, Ms. Garcia, I instantly realized you are the true owner of that masterpiece."
"Me?" Faye said, visibly flattered. "You're too kind, Miss Madden. What kind of gown is it exactly? The way you describe it has piqued my curiosity even more."
Faye was so delighted by Lindsey's praise that she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
With perfect poise, Lindsey said, "The gown is waiting at my boutique just upstairs in the mall. Shall we all go take a look?"
As she spoke, Lindsey discreetly winked at me.
I froze, suddenly realizing Lindsey's appearance wasn't coincidental. She had an ulterior motive.
Faye was over the moon. She would never dream of refusing. Grabbing her bag, she practically dashed out the door in excitement.
Lindsey led the way ahead of us, while I escorted Shirley, following closely behind as we took the elevator upstairs.
Inside the boutique, Lindsey ushered us into the VIP lounge.
Lindsey drew back the curtain covering the glass display case, revealing a breathtaking pale turquoise hand-embroidered Neglanan-style gown. The gown drew inspiration from the traditional Neglanan style, but featured modernized refinements that set it apart.
The crystal buttons sparkled brilliantly under the spotlights, their dazzling radiance utterly mesmerizing.
Even Shirley was captivated and murmured in admiration, "It's truly the work of a legendary master."
Faye stood in front of the display case, her eyes glued to the Neglanan-style gown, sparkling with disbelief. "This gown is absolutely exquisite. Miss Madden, would you really consider selling such a beautiful dress to me?"
"Of course. This is precisely the task Christina entrusted to me," Lindsey affirmed.
Faye, barely able to contain her excitement, exclaimed, "Could you please take it out? I can't wait to try it on."
"There's no hurry," Lindsey said with a smile to Faye, then turned to Shirley and added softly, "I just heard Ms. Garcia isn't feeling well. Would you mind doing us the honor of trying it on instead, Ms. Lee?"
"Me?" Shirley gasped, clearly taken aback.
Only now did I finally realize that Lindsey had orchestrated this whole scene just to humiliate Faye.
Just thinking about it instantly brightened my mood.
I chuckled and chimed in, "Aunt Faye isn't feeling well. What if she faints in the fitting room? Come on, Mom, do us a favor and try it on."
Faye was left speechless by my remark. She parted her lips as if to retort, but ultimately swallowed her words to save her pride.