Only Sylvia knew that her Stella was the best daughter in the world. Every birthday after Stella became sensible was a wish for her to be happy and joyful. Stella would often say, “Mom, can you promise not to cry anymore?”
She also said, “Mom, it’s usually dads who put tiaras on their princesses.”
Later, she understood her dad didn’t care much for her, so she said her mother’s tiaras looked prettier.
At the thought of it, Sylvia’s eyes reddened for a moment, but she had promised Stella she wouldn’t cry anymore, and she managed to hold back her tears.
She reached up to adjust the tiara on her head and looked up slightly, thinking, “Stella, I made you a tiara, do you like it?”
Setting aside the previous incident, Eloise had a high regard for Sylvia’s skills. Be it design or creativity, Sylvia’s work was more innovative than Bridget’s. Bridget’s creations were also good, but there was one flaw…that overly extravagant ring.
Suddenly, Eloise stood up, heading towards Sylvia directly.
“I’d love to see the clasp design you made, it’s so discreet.”
“Of course.”
Sylvia smiled lightly, handing over the tiara to Eloise.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sylvia saw Bridget giving a signal to the host beside her. The host, as if about to narrate something, quickly moved towards Eloise and Sylvia.
Sylvia used the advantage of her gown to block him off, then turned and held her creation high towards Eloise.
The host stumbled badly, landing face-first on the ground in an utterly embarrassing manner.
Sylvia looked down, “So careless. What if you had damaged our hard work? Wouldn’t that ruin your career as well? Don’t you think?”
The host looked up, startled, nodding repeatedly, no longer daring to make any sudden moves.
Ignoring him, Sylvia turned to Eloise, “Professor Eloise, you can try it on, it’s only a prototype, but I made it based on real proportions and weight.”
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