His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 144

Marina had just been complimented, her face blooming with a radiant smile.

But the moment she heard the words "crystal button," her expression froze.

"What's wrong?"

Jonathan, standing beside her, noticed the subtle change in her face.

"It's nothing," Marina shook her head quickly. "I just think Mr. Lowe is exaggerating a little, that's all."

"Not at all," Devon insisted, still caught up in his praise. "Such a tiny button, yet the design is so intricate, the crystal cut is dazzling—absolutely flawless. It checks every box for fine jewelry. And that swirl of liquid metal inside? It's almost cosmic in its grandness."

But Marina couldn't take in a single word.

She hadn't designed a button at all.

Jonathan had told her that Devon liked Eastern motifs, so she'd used the finest creamy white jade and crafted a ring with a gold inlay. That was her design.

Earlier, when Jonathan mentioned Devon had picked her piece, she'd been delighted, her confidence swelling.

But now? What was going on? Did Devon actually mistake her design for Niamh's?

A mix of anger and anxiety churned in her chest.

She was furious at Devon's lack of taste—and terrified that Niamh would find out and expose the blunder.

"Jonathan, let's go dance over there. It's stifling here."

"Alright."

Jonathan accompanied Marina toward the dance floor, but just then, two people entering the ballroom caught his attention.

He stopped, and Marina followed his gaze to the entrance.

Niamh had just stepped inside, feeling the weight of several curious looks. She turned to Peter, standing beside her.

"Do I have something on my face? Or did I mess up my dress?" she whispered.

Peter looked dashing in his black tailcoat, the picture of British elegance.

"No, you look stunning. They're all just taken aback by how gorgeous you are."

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