Chapter 63
So, Stellar did owe him something.
That thought settled him, easing the frustration that had been gnawing at him.
“I got it, Mom. I’ll find some time to ask her myself.”
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Meanwhile, Stellar had just arrived at Elan Atelier with Mary in tow.
The moment the manager spotted her, he immediately came forward to greet her.
Sigh
my, what brings the co–founder of our company here today?”
Mary’s eyes widened in shock. Co–owner?!
Stellar pressed her lips together, looking a little embarrassed.
“Could you bring me the latest batch of design drafts I sketched?”
Yesterday, after talking to Mary, she’d learned that her grandmother loved finely crafted hairpins, while her grandfather had a
deep appreciation for tea.
Since Elan Atelier specialized in handcrafted and custom–made luxury pieces, they carried more than just hair accessories.
There were also handcrafted clay teapots and other artisanal pieces.
And as luck would have it–Stellar could make both.
“Of course, Miss Rivers,” the manager responded, though he wasn’t quite sure what she was planning.
Still, he quickly retrieved the design sketches and handed them over.
Stellar took the pages and pulled Mary over to a nearby seating area.
“Mary, take a look at these. These are designs for accessories and tea sets. Which styles do you think they’d like best? I’ll make a
set for them myself,”
Mary was completely stunned as she flipped through the sketches
The hairpin designs featured a variety of styles–cherry blossoms, roses, magnolias, and even intricate engravings of birds and
mythical creatures.
Each design was distinct, its curves elegant and refined, requiring delicate craftsmanship and intricate carving to bring to life.
And the tea set designs were even more intricate–lion motifs, elegant heron patterns, and swirling engravings of serpentine
creatures crafted with meticulous detail
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Mary could only gape at Stellar’s talent.
Stellar was a designer?
Not only that she could make them herself?!
Was there anything this girl couldn’t do?
However, the manager was even more stunned than Mary, his eyes widening in astonishment.
“Miss Rivers, are you planning to craft these yourself as gifts? Your handmade pieces have sold for millions on the market- whoever you’re giving them to must be incredibly important!”
Stellar smiled warmly
“Yes, they’re for my family.”
It was her first time formally meeting them, and a gift for family had to be meaningful.
What could be more heartfelt than something she made with her own hands?
Mary, standing beside her, was hit with another wave of shock.
“What? Miss Stellar’s handmade pieces were worth millions?!” she thought in surprise.
Her gaze dropped back to the design portfolio, and that was when she noticed the signature–Rian
“Rian?!”
Mary had spent years by Martha’s side. She knew exactly who Rian was
The legendary artisan whose work Martha had longed to collect, only to miss out when every piece got sold out in an instant,
And now, she only came to realize that the young girl standing beside her was Rian.
Her mind raced back to the day Stellar had casually mentioned that the intricately carved wooden hairpin she gifted her was something she made herself.
At the time, Mary had worried that the hairpin must have cost Stellar a fortune.
But now?
It was worth far more than she ever imagined.
With her heart pounding, Mary instinctively clutched the wooden hairpin in her hair, as if afraid even a scratch would ruin
something so priceless.
“Mary, which design do you think suits them best?” Stellar’s voice pulled Mary back to the moment.
Snapping out of her daze, Mary leaned in, scanning the sketches with newfound reverence
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“I think the rose design is timeless–it would perfectly complement Madam Martha’s grace. And for the tea set, the heron motif
would be a perfect choice…”
The p
group gathered around, carefully selecting the designs.
Just as they were immersed in their discussion, a mocking scoff suddenly rang out from behind them.
“Stellar, looks like I really underestimated you.”
Stellar’s brow furrowed at the sharp, sneering tone.
She turned around and, just as she expected, Percy strode in, his gaze cold and contemptuous.
“You’ve got some nerve. To think you managed to become a co–owner of a place like this. Let me guess, you bought your way in
with all the money you’ve wrung out of the men you’ve seduced over the years?”
