Callie suddenly chuckled and asked the designer, “Do I look beautiful?”
The designer was momentarily stunned before quickly responding, “Of course, you look beautiful. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone wear a cheongsam so well.”
Her beauty usually went unnoticed, but now that she had dressed up, it was captivating and impossible to look away.
In the small room, a television was broadcasting the morning financial news.
Nelson sat in front of the camera, calmly explaining the details of the cooperation with the Ellison family. Flashbulbs went off continuously, but he remained composed.
When reporters asked questions, he handled them with ease, his responses sharp and unyielding.
As expected, today was the day of the announcement.
Callie had her clothes packed away and left wearing the cheongsam. “Thank you.”
Jamir’s car had been waiting at the corner for a long time. He was casually playing a game on his phone until Callie walked over and knocked on the car window.
Jamir looked up, and once he did, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Her hair was all pinned back with a lake-blue hairpin, pearls dangling beneath silver threads, swaying with her movements. She looked like a talented woman who had stepped out of a painting.
Jamir clicked his tongue lightly and opened the car door. “I don’t quite like you appearing like this.”
Callie didn’t care whether he liked it or not. “Where’s the thing I asked you to bring?”
He pointed to the passenger seat; it was still the tri-coloured glazed pottery piece.
Charlotte’s art exhibition was held at the largest art gallery in Ylosea. By the time they arrived, guests were already mingling in small groups with wine glasses in hand.
After registering at the front desk, Callie asked Yusuf to deliver the tri-coloured glazed pottery piece. “This is my gift for Miss Ellison. Don’t forget to give it to her.”
Just as she finished speaking, a small commotion arose outside.
A luxury car pulled up, and Ahmad and Sienna were the first to step out. They were elegantly dressed.
The second car brought Marilyn and Jaquan. Marilyn didn’t look pleased but still carried herself with the poise of someone raised in high society.
Callie wanted to laugh. It must be hard for her to attend events she didn’t like but had no choice but to attend.
“Wow, is that Nelson?”
“Nelson got out of Maevelyn’s car?”
“What does that mean? Looks like the rumors are true.”
The chatter was incessant. Callie looked over to see Nelson stepping out of the car holding Charlotte’s hand. He exuded nobility and elegance, dressed in a white shirt and black pants – casual yet fitting for the occasion.
But it was this setting where he held Charlotte’s hand.
Charlotte wore high heels and a white cheongsam that accentuated her figure. She looked delicate and wore a shy smile under everyone’s gaze.
Callie’s brow furrowed slightly.
Jamir leaned down to her ear. “Your outfits are quite similar.”
“The patterns are different; only the color is the same.”
Jamir chuckled softly. “She doesn’t look as good as you.”
As they spoke, several people entered the gallery. Callie and Jamir stepped aside to make way.
Nelson held Charlotte’s hand and gave Callie a deep look as they passed by.
Callie looked away, avoiding his gaze.
Jamir went off to socialize while Callie, who didn’t enjoy such interactions, wandered around the exhibition.
Suddenly, someone tapped her left shoulder. She turned to see someone appear on her right side. “Why are you here?”
It was Regan.
She was in charge of the exhibition and had arrived early.
Callie took a sip of champagne. “I’m here to appreciate the great artist’s skills.”
Regan let out a derisive laugh.