She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 891

Jocelyn Kendal leaned against the doorframe, watching her for a moment before casually asking, "Did he treat you like this when you two were together? Does that mean I'll have to play the maid if I end up with him?"

Giselle Turner's fingers paused slightly. She went back to folding the silk scarf without looking up. "No, we're different."

Jocelyn smiled, seemingly satisfied with her tact, and walked away with her empty glass.

It wasn't until seven that evening when Mrs. Kendal finally flipped through the photos on her phone, a rare look of approval crossing her face. "Not bad. Better than I expected. It seems Bloomberry actually has some real talent."

"I'll finalize the designs based on the measurements we took today and the style we discussed," Giselle said. "I'll send you the first drafts for approval in about a week."

Mrs. Kendal gave a dismissive wave. "Fine, let's go with that."

Thinking she could finally leave, Giselle reached for her kit. But Mrs. Kendal stopped her. "By the way, several of the maids took the day off, so we're short-handed in the dining room. Before you go, head to the kitchen and help them serve the food. It won't take long."

Giselle's fingers curled, her nails digging into her palms.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up, her expression perfectly composed. "Alright."

She went downstairs, walked into the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves, and started carrying out the plates.

The Kendal family's dining room was massive, featuring a long table that seated twenty.

Mrs. Kendal and the guests who had arrived throughout the afternoon were already seated. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Jocelyn was talking to Hank Lonsdale. Every now and then, Jocelyn would gaze at him with a soft smile. The guests in the dining room watched the pair with great interest.

"She's known him for a while now. She's the only one who's managed to break into his inner circle. I bet they're going to make it official soon."

"Definitely. They look great together."

Giselle walked out of the kitchen with a tray, methodically placing the dishes on the long table. Hearing the whispers, she glanced out the window, then calmly turned back to her task.

She wore a borrowed apron over her clothes, her hair tied back in a messy ponytail, completely out of place in the glittering, opulent dining room.

Whispers broke out around the table as eyes kept darting her way.

"Is that her?" a man whispered to the person next to him.

"Yeah, that's her," came the amused reply. "I heard she came this morning to design clothes for Mrs. Kendal, but she's still here doing grunt work."

"Wow, Mrs. Kendal really treats everyone like her personal subordinates."

"Well, the designer obviously wants the contract. Mrs. Kendal is a massive client. If she throws a little money her way, the girl is set for life."

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