Chapter 2465 Flushed and without a retort, Lindsay could only simmer in silent frustration.
At that moment, a staff member approached Stella and Bella.
Ladies, Mr.
Howard Archer has invited you backstage to view the designers works as an apology, he said respectfully.
Stella scanned the room but didnt spot Howard.
She knew the invitation was a unique opportunity to Learn.
Meanwhile, Pamela was skeptical that her father would extend such a privilege to Stella.
Are you sure? Why would my father invite her? she asked the staff member.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMiss Archer, I assure you theres been no mistake, the staff member responded.
Stella turned to Bella to gauge her thoughts. With a nod of approval from her, they both prepared to rise and follow the staff member.
Bennett felt a twinge of unease about the women venturing off, especially with Sanford still absent.
He rose with the intention of accompanying them.
The staff member quickly stopped him.
Mr.
Lowell, Mr.
Archer specifically invited only the two ladies, he said.
Please wait here for Sanford.
Well be back soon, Stella reassured Bennett.
Though hesitant, Bennett realized he had little option but to stay put and sat down.
As Stella and Bella walked past, Lindsay averted her eyes, a twinge of jealousy and disdain in them. Meanwhile, Pamela, seizing an opportunity as Stella walked by, subtly attempted to trip her with her foot.
Stella reacted instinctively, her stiletto heel coming down hard on Pamelas foot.
A sharp scream escaped Pamela, her eyes welling up with the sting of sudden pain.
Stella flashed a mischievous smile and breezily apologized.
Oh dear, Miss Archer, how clumsy of me! I didnt even see your foot there.
Ignoring Pamelas discomfort, Stella turned on her heel and followed the staff member toward the maze of backstage corridors.
Pamelas outburst had not gone unnoticed.
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at a fancy That girl really cant keep it together in public, causing such a stir at a fancy O event like this. Humiliation washed over Pamela in a hot wave, turning her cheeks a fiery red as she bolted from the venue. Lindsay, catching sight of Pamelas hasty retreat, decided to follow suit. Stella and Bella wove through the venues twisting passageways.
The disorienting paths made Stellas head spin, prompting her to ask Are we even close yet? Why is the backstage area such a trek? The staff members response was lackluster. Almost there.
Just a little more patience, please.
Sensing something was off, Stella paused to scrutinize the man.
Can you tellabout the designers featured backstage? Id like a heads-up.
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