Whispers of betrayal (Selena and Ryan) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

“M-Ms. Anastasia Lawson, right?” the receptionist stammered all of a sudden, her words following a phone call she had just answered.

“A-Are you Ms. Lawson?” The receptionist regarded Anastasia with apprehension. Her demeanor conveyed a hesitation to even breathe, her eyes fraught with unease. “Sorry, I wasn’t aware of your connection with my superior. He called in person and asked me to allow you to try on the gown. If it’s not to your liking, I’ll promptly arrange for another gown to be sent to you.”

Anastasia halted in her footsteps and cast a suspicious glance back at the receptionist.

Anastasia’s reaction was not unique; the entire room was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.

Among those present, Felicia and Alastor’s assistant, Lionel, appeared to be the most perturbed by the situation. Anastasia’s brow furrowed as she directed her attention to the recèptionist and inquired, “What did you just say?”

“Apologies, Ms. Lawson. Please have a look at this gown. It boasts impeccable craftsmanship and a stunning design.” The receptionist’s head bowed in a fluster as she led Anastasia to inspect the dress displayed in the glass window.

Indeed, the gown was the epitome of luxury.

Anastasia cast an inadvertent glance at Jason, whose expression appeared innocent.

“Is this your doing?” Anastasia inquired softly. “Did you call Samuel again?”

Anastasia felt a hint of frustration. She hadn’t required Jason’s assistance in this manner.

The grandeur of the attire was inconsequential to her.

She remained indifferent, regardless of how exquisite the clothing might be.

Jason lowered his head guiltily and said nothing.

Anastasia heaved a sigh. “I’m not fond of such extravagant clothes. Could you suggest some other options?”

She did not have time to be upset over such a trivial matter, for she could not afford to lose face when she would be at the chamber of commerce.

With just two days remaining until her art exhibition, Anastasia held onto the hope that someone would participate in her art exhibition.

As she stood aside, Felicia’s expression soured.

Nonetheless, the staff seemed eager to curry favor with Anastasia, going as far as to display the dress Felicia had selected.