Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 670

Marguerite couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something about Violet that profoundly reminded her of Penelope, despite their features bearing no resemblance.

She found herself staring at Violet for an uncomfortably long time, until Violet herself grew a bit bashful under her gaze.

"Ms. Lockwood, do you know me?" Violet finally asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

Marguerite snapped out of her trance, shaking her head. "No, it's just... I've never seen someone as striking as you before."

Violet seemed even more flustered by the compliment: "Oh, no, Ms. Lockwood, you're the one who's truly beautiful."

Marguerite wasn't sure whether Violet was being sincere or simply polite. Curiosity piqued, she asked, "That scarf you're wearing is lovely. Where did you get it?"

"Ms. Lockwood, this scarf is actually from my family's business. My parents used to run the biggest silk supply company in Stonebridge City, exporting fabrics internationally."

Marguerite was taken aback. She hadn't expected Violet to come from such a notable background!

No wonder she carried herself with such unworldly grace, likely having been the cherished princess of her family, spared from the hardships of life.

"And yet, you're here applying to be my assistant. If your family was so well-off, why work?"

A shadow of melancholy crossed Violet's face as she explained, "We were well-off, indeed. But life is unpredictable. Last year, my family's business went bankrupt, drowning in debt. I had no choice but to find a job."

Miley looked at the packaging in surprise. "Truffle chocolates from Blue Ridge University? How do you have these?"

Marguerite was confused. "What are you talking about?"

Miley explained, "It's from the culinary program at my college back in Country Veracoria. They had a course on chocolate making, and the surplus would be sold in the cafeteria. But it was never sold commercially."

Realization dawned on Miley, and she turned to Violet, asking, "Did you know I went to college there? Have we met before?"

Violet, slightly embarrassed by the attention, smiled shyly. "Yes, Ms. Goldie. We've met once before."