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“Wow, have you seen that stunning black and red dress Madam Lyla is wearing?”
“Yes, I noticed it as soon as she stepped on stage. She looks absolutely gorgeous.”
The audience couldn’t take their eyes off Lyla’s dress, gasping in awe. Jeremy turned to look at Lyla, visibly surprised. Wasn’t that the same dress he had seen hanging in Rose’s studio, which was Alyssa’s
Sharon’s design?”
“What? Sharon’s design?”
“Goodness gracious, I’m honored to see her designs with my own eyes.’
“How I wish I could touch the dress!”
“The Taylor family’s prestige is the only thing that could bring Sharon out of retirement. Winston Taylor’s social status must be exceptionally high. On the other hand, I doubt Sharon would even consider making a dress, even if Mrs. Walsh begged her.”
Jeremy widened his eyes and turned around to stare at Alyssa in disbelief. She was smiling softly.
He belatedly realized that Alyssa was Sharon, another one of her many identities after Alexa!
His breathing quickened, and he felt a jolt of electricity. How could a woman perfect her talent across multiple industries? Alyssa seemed like a superhuman to him.
Alyssa sensed his intense gaze and turned to him. She was taken aback by his reddened eyes.
“What’s with that look? Are you sick?” she taunted him heartlessly.
“I never thought that you were … Sharon,” he croaked, still staring keenly at her.
“Why are you that surprised? This isn’t your first encounter with Sharon,” she said with a chuckle and looked away from his stiffened expression.
“Alexa designed a lapel pin for you, and Sharon tailored a suit for you as well.”
He felt a gripping sensation around his heart as he looked downtrodden. Back in the old days, Alyssa would spend her time at the tailor shop daily just to prepare a birthday gift for him.
Now, he wore the lapel pin almost every day. When night fell, he would sit alone on his bed, carefully cleaning it, treasuring it as much as she had when she had created it. Yet …
“Nevertheless, you never cared about me as a person in the past. Naturally, you wouldn’t care about my talents either. Those gifts would just gather dust, much like how you ignored me,” she remarked, a touch of loneliness in her voice as she watched the festive scene on stage.
“Lyse, I was wrong. I missed out, but now I won’t let you down,” Jeremy said sincerely.
“I understand it might be hard to give me a second chance, but I won’t give up, even if it takes a lifetime.”
“Jeremy, I can only describe our relationship as water under the bridge,” she finally said, her expression devoid of emotion.
“Lyse…”
“I believe in miracles, but not in relationships. Even if we get back together, our relationship will never be the same again.”
The atmosphere at the birthday party soared after Lyla’s dress reveal. Reporters swiftly seized the opportunity and spread the news online.
Within 15 minutes, the hashtag #Sharons DressonLyla Taylor topped the trending topics on Twitter.
“Are you talking about Lyla Nelson, Winston Taylor’s third wife and a has-been-actress? Why would
Sharon design a dress for her?”
“Amazing! I am absolutely smitten with the black and red dress!”
“Why can’t Lyla Nelson have Sharon design her dress? She was once an award-winning actress under TS
Network. My parents are still her fans!”
“I’m a huge fan of hers too. Oops, I just revealed my age.”
“She was famous many years ago. She became Winston Taylor’s mistress and gave birth to his child.
before marrying him. A woman like her doesn’t deserve Sharon’s attention.”
“This is a case of sour grapes. Any woman who bears a child for Winston Taylor gets millions in return. I would have gladly become his fifth wife and given birth to an entire football team.”
This particular comment received a thousand likes. It seemed like society’s morals were declining, with money taking precedence over love.
“Lyla might be a third wife, but she’s a winner! Just look at Sophia Walsh. Nobody attended her birthday party, and she doesn’t have a dress designed by Sharon. That’s so humiliating. Her life is worse than Lyla’s.
“I can understand Sharon designing a dress for Lyla. At least Lyla Nelson has some notable work under her belt, and she keeps a low profile while working hard for charity. Sharon would only taint her reputation by designing for that sly and evil Sophia Walsh.”
The conversation around Lyla’s dress heated up. Thanks to Alyssa, Lyla experienced a resurgence in popularity that she hadn’t seen in years as a long-retired top actress.
Alyssa was physically at the dinner but always kept an eye on the online discussions. She turned away and sent Sean a voice message.
“Get the company’s PR department to keep an eye on the online comments. Any negative remarks about
Lyla need to be addressed promptly. Check and clean up the comment section every five minutes.”
“Sure, Ms. Alyssa.”
“And, regardless of the circumstances, keep the discussion alive.”
Sean pondered for a moment and responded, “Mr. Taylor and Madam Lyla want to keep a low profile tonight. They would like to celebrate with the guests without drawing public attention.”
Sharon designed a dress for a client or her designs were featured in a fashion show, the internet buzzed with discussions.
Her peers in the jewelry industry regarded her as an icon, and the same went for the fashion industry.
Now that the news of her designing for Lyla had broken, people would definitely talk about it. Alysen believed they should leverage it to give Lyla an unforgettable birthday that would make other women envious.
Lyla deserved the spotlight. Moreover, Alyssa took satisfaction at the thought that Sophia, who had attempted to undermine Lyla, had ended up becoming a laughingstock instead.
She could imagine Sophia fuming, a mental image that made her chuckle.
“Fuck! That stupid bitch, Lyla Nelson!” Sophia growled, smashing the decor in her presidential suite, but it wasn’t enough to vent her anger.
Finally, she flung a crystal ashtray at the TV screen and shattered it.
Betty cowered from afar, her face drained of color. “M-Mom, please calm down!”
“How can I stay calm when that woman is flaunting Sharon’s design? Who does she think she is? She’s not worthy of it!” Sophia hissed, her fury pushing her to the brink of madness.
For a fleeting moment, an unsettling idea crossed her mind. She wanted Lyla dead. (1
“Mom, calm down.” Betty approached Sophia shakily,
She took a seat beside Sophia and continued, “I hate seeing you so upset. How can I help?”
“If you want to help, how about getting rid of Lyla Nelson for me? Can you do that?” Sophia gritted her teeth.
“-” Betty was at a loss for words.
“I thought Lyla married Winston because she had no other choice and that she would be a worthless mistress forever. She’s a loser who bore a useless daughter for him,” Sophia remarked bitterly,
Betty thought that Sophia’s remark backfired on herself, for Sophia had given birth to two daughters.
“I never thought that Winston loved her so much as to throw her a huge birthday party and even hire
Sharon to design a dress! How could Lyla enjoy a more glamorous life than me?”
Sophia’s face reddened, and she fought back tears. The more glamorous Lyla’s life became despite starting off as a mistress, the more Sophia felt like a joke as Javier’s only wife.
“Mom, anger won’t solve anything. We should figure out how to silence Lyla and spoil her birthday celebration,” Betty suggested as she tugged at Sophia’s arm worriedly.
Sophia bit the bullet. She dialed a number and paced toward the window.
A man answered on the other end, “Ms. Kirkman, it’s been a while. How have you been?”
He sounded like a middle-aged man with a hoarse voice.
Sophia struggled to hold back her tears. “Not well at all. I’m facing a dire situation.”