NovelStartChapter 345 Thankfully, Sylvia spotted Bridget's reflection in the mirror just in tand dodged to the side.
But Bridget seized the opportunity to grab Sylvia's dress strap and gave it a hard yank.
Click, clatter...
A string of pearls went scattering all over the tiled floor.
With the strap broken, Sylvia's evening gown started slipping down. Flustered, she clutched the front of her dress and stumbled backward.
Bridget cocked her chin with a smug little smirk, tossed the eyebrow razor into the trash, and suddenly put on an innocent, wide-eyed look.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Oh, dear! Sylvia, you really should be more careful. How will you face anyone now? Maybe you'd better sit this one out and let Ms. Eloise down gently. Don't worry, I'll make sure to stand by Mr. Lennon's side for you." She arched her eyebrows, gave a little wave, and strolled out of the restroom-high heels clicking with satisfaction.
Sylvia clung to her ruined dress, finally realizing Bridget hadn't meant to hurt her -just sabotage her dress, so she'd be too embarrassed to show her face at the gala.
No tto panic, Sylvia knelt and tried to scoop up the pearls, hoping she could fix it. But this was a historic building-hell, even the restroom floors were the original old stone. The pearls had rolled off into the cracks and disappeared.
She managed to gather a measly handful-not nearly enough to repair even one strap.
Then footsteps echoed in the corridor. Sylvia had to clutch her dress and slip out quickly.
She needed to find an empty room, somewhere she could try to salvage her gown.
There was no way she was letting Bridget steal her moment-she'd waited too long for this opportunity.
But in her rush, Sylvia rounded a corner and collided straight into a little boy-six or seven years old-who toppled over, his Easter basket tumbling with him.
"Ouch!" he squeaked, sprawled on the floor.
Sylvia hastily freed one hand to help him up. "Oh gosh, are you hurt, sweetheart?" The boy, wearing a miniature tweed vest and bowtie-probably for the event- looked up at her with big blue eyes. "Wow, you're really pretty!" Sylvia blinked, momentarily speechless.
Just then, a woman hurried over, arms full of fabric and looking frazzled.
"Jayson! I told you not to run off. There's a big event tonight-we can't be making trouble for anyone." She looked exhausted, but her eyes were kind.
"I'm so sorry, miss," she apologized. "Kids, you know?" Sylvia shook her head. "No, it's my Into him. Are you all letpay for any doctor's bill, just in case!" all At the mention of money, the woman flinched, quickly setting her bundle down to check her son for bumps and bruises.
"Honestly, Jayson, your dad's still off work and you're going to givea heart attack," she scolded, brushing dirt off his knee.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSylvia thought she sounded worried for her son, so she didn't think much of it.
Just then, Sylvia noticed the stack of fabric the woman was carrying. The colors were gorgeous-rich, vibrant, even in the dim hallway.
"Ma'am, is this...?" "Oh, it's just slocal hand-dyed fabric. The museum director lets us sell it as souvenirs for the gift shop. Help us make sextra cash," the woman explained, still fussing over her son.
Sylvia ran her fingers over the soft fabric, her mind racing, "Could buy sfrom you? I'll pay triple the price." The woman blinked, uncertain. "Really?"
Sylvia pulled out her phone, opening Venmo. "You just type in your info. I' send it right away." It wasn't until the payment pinged that the woman finally believed her.
"Miss, what do you need it for?"
"My dress got ruined," Sylvia said, gesturing at her chest was Adping ve to patch it up with your fabric..." The woman sized her up, then grinned. From her tote bag, she pulled out a sewing kit-thread, needles, even a tiny pair of travel scissors.
"Oh, that's easy! All the women in our town `can sew, honey still detgive you a little, y do they call it online? Custom tailoring!"
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