Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 81

"Holly, congratulations on the opening of your new studio. Now people won't have to travel to Paris to own one of your designs."

Holly should have been the focus in her stunning white strapless fishtail dress. However, Gabrielle couldn't tear her gaze away from the man at her side, Westley.

He was a busy man but he still found time to attend the opening of Holly's studio. For Gabrielle, he hadn't even bothered to pick up the phone.

"Thank you for taking the time to come today. I know how busy you are."

"The pleasure is all ours, Holly. Do you have time for a few questions?"

"Of course." The woman smiled at the camera. Holly was well-liked by everyone who knew her, because of her grace and beauty.

"Mr. Morris is here to cut the ribbon for you. Can I ask about your relationship with him?"

A straightforward question.

Gabrielle was about to switch off the TV, but stopped when she heard the question, her interest renewed.

"We're good friends. You're more than welcome to ask me about my studio. Mr. Morris is a private man and would like to keep it that way. I'm sure you understand." Holly smiled at the reporter.

She asked so politely and they nodded.

"Of course, questions for another time. I must say you both look perfect together."

Gabrielle took the time to study what they were both wore.

Holly's white dress was highlighted by the blue diamonds used for embellishment, and Westley wore a blue suit and matching tie, his white shirt pristine. Their choice of clothing complemented the other. They looked like a couple.

A match made in heaven.

Gabrielle's cold husband with another woman, it was ridiculous.

"Holly, will we see Mr. Morris by your side in the future?"

This reporter was experienced. Was their relationship as simple as he claimed? How was it possible they were just friends?

"Thank you for taking the time to attend the opening of my studio today. In the evening, we have a banquet planned at the Flando Hotel. Please attend it." Holly changed the topic with another smile.

Gabrielle switched off the television. She couldn't bear to see them together anymore tonight. It was time for her to go food shopping anyway.

Maybe that would lift her spirits?

When she finished shopping, she returned to the apartment. As she put the items away, the phone rang. She double-checked the caller id, Mr. Smith, the chairman of the department.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Smith. Is everything okay?"