Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 293

That day, Quinn had an appointment with Mrs. Ambrose.

Mrs. Ambrose owned a luxury boutique in The Regent Plaza, right near Centennial Square, where she sold high-end designer bags and jewelry.

While most wealthy wives lived a life of pampered leisure—spending their days shopping, playing cards, and sipping afternoon tea—there were plenty like Mrs. Ambrose who preferred to run a small business. Not only did it give them extra spending money, but it also kept their days fulfilling.

"Quinn, I'm so sorry! The store is completely slammed today, so I had to trouble you to come all the way here!"

Mrs. Ambrose was naturally humble and gentle, greeting Quinn with an apologetic smile the moment she saw her.

"It's no trouble at all. Doing house calls for measurements is part of our standard service."

Quinn carefully took Mrs. Ambrose's measurements, jotting them down neatly in her notebook. She then asked about her preferred styles and patterns, offering her own professional advice. Mrs. Ambrose couldn't stop praising her expertise.

Business at the boutique was booming. Ever since Quinn arrived, a steady stream of customers had been walking through the doors.

"Your business is doing amazing, Mrs. Ambrose!"

"It's mostly just my regulars," Mrs. Ambrose said with a smile. "You know, us women really need to have our own careers. Even if it's just a minimum-wage job or managing a little shop like this, having your own income and social circle keeps you from obsessing over men all day. It leaves you no time to sit around feeling sorry for yourself."

Quinn wholeheartedly agreed. A woman relying entirely on a man for money was a miserable existence. Independence was everything.

Plus, staying busy with her own life meant she wouldn't spiral over relationship drama and turn into a bitter woman.

She offered genuine praise. "You're a very wise woman, Mrs. Ambrose."

"Once the design drafts are ready, I'll send them over for you to review. If anything needs adjusting, we can communicate then."

Seeing how busy Mrs. Ambrose was, Quinn didn't want to overstay her welcome. After a few more polite words, she left.

As Quinn reached the ground floor of The Regent Plaza, she spotted a group of people crowding around a man in the distance.

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