Chapter 88
“If you’re just friends, keep an eye on your boundaries and timing. We don’t need any unnecessary drama.”
When a thought crossed her mind, Nellie suddenly stopped, and slowly turned around. Her eyes were steady and calm, almost eerily so. “Cameron, who’s been dragging my name through the mud?”
A flicker of guilt flashed in Cameron’s eyes. He knew Nellie and Miranda were like oil and water, but he hadn’t stopped Miranda from stirring the pot today, letting her gossip hurt Nellie.
“Cameron, I’m grateful you once pulled me out of a tough spot. But now, you’ve tossed me back into the flames. Your favor with me has taken another hit.” Nellie’s voice was emotionless.
Cameron felt a wave of panic wash over him. He’d dipped into his bank of goodwill with Nellie more than once. What would their relationship look like when he’d used it all up?
This was just a mix–up…” He wanted to explain, but the words just wouldn’t come.
Nellie gave him a long look. “My trust in you is hanging by a thread. Cherish what’s left.”
Cameron’s face turned ashen.
The next morning, Nellie was still dreaming when a maid from the Dawson family gently shook her awake. “Ma’am.”
Nellie opened her eyes, not hiding her annoyance. “What’s up?”
The maid replied, “Mr. Dawson wants you to know there’s a big event tonight. He’d like you to attend with him. So, ma’am, you might want to get up early and find the perfect dress.”
Nellie was taken aback. Then it hit her. This was Cameron’s way of saying sorry.
He always played this game, giving her a slap with one hand and a sugar cube with the other.
She used to fall for it, but now, she no longer loved him, and she wasn’t interested in playing Cameron’s games.
Nellie sighed, “Can I skip it?”
The maid was taken aback. How could she pass up such a golden opportunity?
The maid looked a bit worried. “Ma’am, Mr. Dawson said this banquet is a high–society gathering. The Dawson family’s image had to be perfect in front of the big shots. You might want to take it seriously. Any slip–ups could be hard to handle.”
Fully awake now, thanks to the maid’s chatter, Nellie grudgingly got up, lazily got ready, finished her breakfast, and was practically dragged out the door by the maid.
At the mall, the maid led Nellie to the biggest dress store in the Capital, and wouldn’t you know it, Nellie bumped into Greta.
“Lea, I’m here to pick up my custom dress.” Greta clearly frequented the luxury store, chatting comfortably with the staff.
“Ms. Greta, we knew you had a major event tonight, so your dress is all set.” The clerk brought out a box, handling it with care as she passed it to Greta.
“Mr. Dawson specifically asked for the dress to be cleaned before you tried it on. Greta, may I help you with the dress?”
Greta nodded with a smile.
As the box opened, a dress encrusted with diamonds, exuding luxury and elegance, came into Nellie’s view.
Nellie stared at the extravagant dress, puzzled, Clearly, Cameron planned for Greta to be his date for the night. So why did he prepare the charade with her?
Greta, now in the dress, stepped out of the changing room, looking like something out of a fairy tale. The diamonds glistened casting a cool glow on her flawless skin, making her seem almost otherworldly.
