"This gown cost Mr. Flint a fortune. The least I can do is provide some decent after-sales service," Debbie said with a playful smile, her gaze shifting between me and Eric. There was a hint of curiosity and mischief in her eyes.
Noticing Debbie's gaze, Eric nodded at the person he was speaking with and walked over.
"All settled?"
He stopped beside me, his expression relaxed as a hint of a smile played at his lips. I looked up and met his eyes. Suddenly, I understood. No wonder Debbie arrived so quickly.
He had been paying attention to me this entire time.
Realizing this, I quickly averted my gaze and took a discreet deep breath.
Eric—I was beginning to owe him more and more.
"Jane!"
Levi's voice pulled me back to reality. Turning around, I saw him waving enthusiastically as he strode toward me.
"Traffic was a nightmare! I almost didn't make it," he grumbled, only to freeze mid-step when he spotted Debbie.
Lowering his voice, he leaned in and whispered, "Jane, why does she look so familiar?"
I rolled my eyes and muttered, "That's Debbie, the renowned designer. How could you forget?"
Levi's face lit up with realization, and he quickly extended his hand.
Although LunaGlo was already a well-known name in Caldera, Debbie remained a respected figure internationally.
"Ms. Lopez, I'm Levi Swift, founder of LunaGlo. I also go by the name Aaron. I've heard so much about you. What a privilege to meet you in person."
With just a couple of well-placed compliments, Levi had Debbie smiling from ear to ear. His networking skills were truly top-notch.
By the time the event organizers called her away, she looked almost reluctant to leave.
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