Chapter 1348:
“I have several events coming up next month. Go through my wardrobe—decide what works, what doesn’t, and put a few outfits together. You’re a designer. This should be second nature to you.”
Melany’s eyes moved to the closet. Behind that door lay decades of opulence—over a hundred gowns carefully stored.
“Mrs. Kennedy, today’s appointment is for measurements only. Sorting and styling would take considerably more time—”
Meagan’s voice hardened. “What? You refuse? Sweetberry staff love acting important. I can’t even make a simple request as a premium client? Or is my wardrobe too trivial for your attention?”
Melany was silent for a beat. “No trouble at all. I’ll handle it.”
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She entered the closet and worked with quiet precision—sorting gowns and separates, pairing pieces, matching accessories. The room felt like a private boutique: luxury gowns draped every wall, and jewelry, handbags, and scarves spread across the central table. It would take hours of careful attention, but this was her first assignment back. Better to do it right than risk a mistake.
She was kneeling at the bottom shelf, arranging shoes, when Meagan reappeared at the doorway, coffee in hand, watching casually and occasionally asking her opinion.
By mid-afternoon, Deandre noticed that Melany had not come downstairs once. He gestured to a servant. “Bring some coffee and sandwiches up to Ms. Cohen.”
“I’ll take it up myself—I want to check on her,” Gill said, gathering a coffee and a plate of sandwiches.
“Go ahead and eat something, Ms. Cohen. My mom’s always like this—please don’t take it personally.” Gill’s voice was gentle, though a subtle note of appraisal lingered in her gaze.
“Thank you.” Melany accepted the coffee, took a single bite of a sandwich, then set it aside and returned quietly to her work.
Resting against the doorframe, Gill observed Melany for a while before speaking in a casual tone. “When you were with Deandre, did he treat you this way too? Should I be getting ready to play nanny?”
Melany’s hands stilled for a second, then she resumed folding the silk scarf, her gaze still lowered. “No. It wasn’t the same.”
Gill smiled, seemingly content with the answer, and chose not to press further. She picked up her empty cup and walked out.
Time passed slowly, and it wasn’t until seven in the evening that Melany finished sorting through the wardrobe.
Meagan scrolled through the photos on her phone, a rare trace of approval crossing her face. “Not bad. Better than I expected. Sweetberry staff do have some real talent.”
“Then I’ll move forward with the gown based on today’s measurements and the style we discussed,” Melany said. “I’ll send the initial draft for your review in about a week.”
Meagan gave a brief hum and flicked her hand dismissively. “Alright. That’s settled.”
Melany thought she was finally done for the day. She had just begun packing her toolkit when Meagan spoke up, as though suddenly remembering something. “Oh, right—several maids are off today, so the kitchen is short-handed. Before you leave, help serve a few dishes. It won’t take long.”
Melany’s fingers tightened, her nails pressing lightly into her palm.
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