NovelEnglishChapter 93 Claire's hands moved swiftly, the silver needle in her grasp danced like a lively fish weaving through the dark fabric with elegance.
Silk Stitch Embroidery is an art that demands finesse, even stitches, and vibrant threads.
Each stitch Claire made was precise, her touch perfectly controlled.
The threads twined around her fingers, sometimes lying flat, sometimes interlacing, gradually sketching out a delicate peony.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe petals layered upon one another, so lifelike, while the center was adorned with a touch of gold thread, shimmering gently under the light, reminiscent of morning dew, breathing life into the entire flower.
After much tpassed, Claire finally finished, examining her work closely. Satisfied, she handed it to the man. He eagerly approached, his eyes widening in amazement as he saw the embroidery on his suit. His jaw dropped in astonishment and admiration. "This... this is simply stunning! It's not just a repair; it's an embellishment!" The surrounding store clerks also voiced their admiration, looking at Claire with respect.
Claire allowed herself a slight smile. "I'm glad you're pleased." The man nodded enthusiastically, stumbling over his words in excitement, "Thank you so much. You've been a huge help! I don't even know how to repay you. Just nyour price." Claire waved her hand dismissively. "No need. It was nothing, just a small gesture. Consider it my way of inviting sgood luck; I've had too many worries lately." After expressing his gratitude profusely, the man hurried off.
Stepping out of the tailor shop, Claire realized that night had fallen. The streetlights had con, casting a soft glow over the street.
She hailed a cab back to the Linwood estate, only to find that the Linwoods had left for the auction without waiting for her.
Claire was unfazed. If they couldn't be bothered to wait, she wasn't inclined to attend either.
Unexpectedly, a car pulled up in front of her. The driver rolled down the window, looking impatient. "Get in. Mr. and Mrs. Linwood instructedto take you to the auction." Claire stood still, her expression unreadable as she stared at him.
"Get out and open the door for me." The driver's scalp tingled under Claire's unwavering gaze, yet he remained defiant. "Don't you have hands? Can't you open it yourself?" Claire narrowed her eyes. Even a mere driver dared to show her attitude; it was clear he was emboldened by the Linwoods.
It seemed the Linwood family hadn't grasped the situation.
They needed her, not the other way around. They wanted her to marry Heir Foster for the benefit of the Linwood Group, yet they still didn't know their place. Did they really think Claire was so easily manipulated? Unwilling to indulge the driver, Claire turned on her heel and headed back into the villa without a backward glance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNow it was the driver's turn to panic.
Mr. and Mrs. Linwood had instructed him to ensure Claire attended the auction.
He hadn't anticipated that his slightly firm attitude would lead to this little minx deciding not to go.
The driver hurried out of the car and rushed into the villa, dropping his villa, thish tough demeanor and adopting a conciliatory tone.
"Miss, what are you doing? Mr. and Mrs. Linwood are waiting for you at the auction. If you don't go now, you'll miss it."
Claire sat on the sofa, calmly pouring herself a cup of tea, sipping it m leisurely without so much as a glance at the driver. The driver was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, saying all the right things, nearly ready to get on his knees. Claire finally looked up. "As a driver, know your place. Don't poke your nose where it doesn't belong." "Yes, yes..." The driver begrudgingly nodded, though still internally defiant.
"Miss, it's all my fault. Please, let's get going." Claire took her tfinishing her tea. By now it was eight o'clock, precisely when the auction was scheduled to begin.
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