“Mr. Kennedy, Mr. Ford is here.”
The woman pulled apart the curtains to the room and yelled. Stella and Weston stood outside, waiting
together. Suddenly, a deep voice came from inside. “Let him wait for a bit. I still have some unfinished
business.”
The woman put down the curtain and gazed at Weston apologetically. “Mr. Kennedy is still not done
yet. You may have to wait for a while.”
She was in charge of welcoming guests there and she knew that they couldn’t make customers like
Weston wait for too long. Although Mr. Kennedy was weird, there were some people even he couldn’t
afford to offend. Artists like them could have their temper, but at times, in front of money and power,
they had to to lower themselves. Weston, on the other hand, was quite easygoing. He shot a glance at
Stella and asked, “Do you want to take a walk?”
The woman could tell that Weston had come mainly for Stella and was focussing all his attention on
her. “Ms. Steele, you’re interested in my dress, aren’t you? Mr. Kennedy collects different designs of
dresses. Do you want to come with me and look?” Instantly, Stella’s interest was piqued, and she
nodded. Seeing that she was happy, Weston let her roam around. The woman focused her entire
attention on Stella, knowing that if Stella was pleased, Weston wouldn’t bother them. “Are all these
instruments made by Mr. Kennedy?”
Stella couldn’t help but be amazed when she saw the wall filled with hand-crafted items.
“Not just Mr. Kennedy, but also the apprentices,” the woman remarked with a smile. “Look! Their names
are written on the wall. Some have already achieved mastery, while others are still learning. There
aren’t as many stringent levels here. If you think your work is good, you can share it. Others may
criticize you if they believe you are unworthy.
” Stella really liked the environment there. Along the way, she saw many excellent works and couldn’t
help but be in awe. It had been so long since Weston saw her look this satisfied. “This is the dress
section. Many female celebrities tailor their dresses here.” “Our brand is unique from others in that it is
totally dependent on chance. Many individuals wanted to wear this garment on the runway shortly after
Mr. Kennedy created it. But he was unconcerned about fame or prestige. It was eventually presented
to the actress Guinevere.”
After the woman finished speaking, she realized that something was wrong. She quickly shut her
mouth, and introduced the next dress with a normal expression, “There are also some other dresses.
You might want to have a look at them.”
The smile on Stella’s face gradually disappered and she simply said nothing.
Although the woman didn’t say anything, it felt like she knew what Stella’s identity was.
How could anyone not know Weston’s other half, the famous Guinevere?
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