Chapter22
Chapter 22
Lisbeth frowned. “That wasn’t your fault at all. You’re the victim!”
“Thank you for your understanding, ma’am.‘
“Are you still in love with the Kennedys‘ scion?”
“Nah. I’m focusing on my career,” I replied, measuring another one of her relatives‘ waists..
A lean silhouette appeared near the stairs.
I hadn’t noticed him at first, but someone else did and greeted him, “Soren! Sorry, has our commotion bothered you?”
“No. I’ve finished my work,” a crisp, dulcet voice replied.
I was reminded of the owner of the handkerchief. It was the same clear voice that could cut through the din.
I looked up.
It was the first time I could see Soren Kenway properly.
The furtive glance I had shot him at the wedding had not done him any justice.
The man was incredibly handsome–tall, lean, upright, and strong. He had the air of a field commander.
No, he had the air of a superhero. Someone firmly on the side of good. Someone who exuded an air of incorruptible authority and nobility.
And yet, whenever he spoke or interacted with others, he became the gentlest, calmest person I’d ever seen.
I had heard of Soren before, but my impression of him was pretty… well, negative.
Edward had a beef with this guy in business. Plenty of his partnerships and deals had failed to materialize because Soren had taken them on.
Edward was sure that Soren had only succeeded because he was privileged by his family’s power, influence. Edward had claimed it was a rigged competition.
wealth, and
I had agreed with him, too. I hated the top 1% whenever they robbed the rest of us. Thus, I imagined him as this ugly tyrant greedy and miserly.
That was until today. He looked nothing like that. In fact, he was as handsome, exceptional, and noble as they said he was. He deserved every praise cast his way!
Lisbeth approached her son.
“Soren, good timing! You should get yourself measured, too.
“Who knows? When Miss Taylor Jones becomes a renowned fashion designer on the international stage, we might not be able to make orders from her anymore!” she joked.
I was stunned. “No, Madame Kenway! I’m already beyond ecstatic to be given the chance to work for you and your family. If you ever need our services again, just let me know.”
That wasn’t a self–effacing comment. That was me being self–aware.
The Kenways could easily hire any international fashion designer from the most prestigious fashion houses around the world.
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Me being here? Doing all of this work right now? This was a once–in–a–million chance of windfall. Was this my late mother and grandpa blessing me?
Soren dismissed his mother’s words, but I could hear him approaching. He stood next to me.
“Miss Jones, if you don’t mind a plus–one, I’d like to order a suit as well,” he said.
I felt a little nervous. The ladies‘ orders would have already taken at least three months. Soren’s additional order could probably drain every last bit of my energy.
“Don’t worry about how fast you can finish mine. Theirs is the priority. For now, just take my measurements,” added, his voice as irresistible as ever.
I rose and nodded at him. “Thank you. Please give me some time to wrap things up here, Mr. Kenway.” “Hmm. ‘Mr. Kenway‘ sounds so distant to me. Just call me Soren,” he said.
I felt a bolt of shock strike my skull. Since when were we friends?!
And the weirdest thing was the lack of disapproval from his relatives!
My tongue was tied. I smiled politely and finally managed to reply, “You must be joking, Mr. Kenway! It’s simply
a matter of etiquette and respect to refer to you this way, right?” 1
I returned to measuring another lady’s hips.
When I was finally done, Soren asked, “Is it my turn now?”
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