Chapter 168 Assertively Grasp
"Are you inviting me?" Violet halted, her eyes wide with surprise as she looked at Lilian.
Given the mango cake incident, her rapport with Loraine was nowhere near close; they had a strictly professional designer-client relationship.
That's why Violet was taken aback by the unexpected invitation.
And even with an invitation, she couldn't possibly accept. She had a child to raise and her company wasn't the sort to grant leave casually.
So after her initial surprise, Violet composed herself.
"Miss Devereux, of course I'm inviting you!" Loraine said with a laugh, lifting her coffee cup and taking a sip before continuing, "The wedding dress you've designed fits my vision perfectly, it's exactly what I've dreamed of. That’s why I want you to come on the trip."
"Loraine, that's very kind of you, and I'm thrilled you like the design," Violet replied warmly. "But I've got a lot on my plate at the company right now, and I don't think I can make your trip. Still, I truly appreciate the invite."
"But work can wait, it's just a three-day trip," Loraine persisted, eager to create an opportunity for her brother Brady. "I really want you there. You wouldn't turn me down, would you?"
Violet shook her head gently, "It's not about turning you down, I just... really can't get away."
In fact, she hadn't lied—once the design draft was set, she had to rush to the garment factory to have the workers produce the prototype, which she'd then take back to the company for final dressing.
So, time was of the essence.
Plus, Mrs. Devereux had promised to craft her a coat, and she hadn't even started the design.
Truly, there was a lot on her plate.
There was no spare time for leisurely outings.
"Are you really that swamped?" Loraine Plahn, seeing her polite refusal didn't seem feigned, chuckled and said, "Well, how about this — think it over and let me know by tomorrow, okay? But I really do want you to come."
"I'll consider it," Violet Devereux nodded. "Then... Ms. Devereux, I should head back."
"Take care," Loraine Plahn smiled at her and gestured for her assistant to walk Violet out.
The assistant nodded and quickly went to escort Violet Devereux.
Violet exited Loraine Plahn's studio and noticed it was nearing 11 a.m., almost lunchtime.
Glancing at the time on her phone, heading back to the company would probably mean joining the rush in the employee cafeteria.
She decided against it.
It wasn’t every day she was out like this, and Loraine had been quite pleased with her designs.
She deserved a treat—maybe dine somewhere nicer than usual.
But the cost—Violet figured she would be reluctant to splurge, setting a limit of no more than $50 for herself.
With this plan in mind, Violet started walking toward the nearby bus stop.
She had only taken a few steps.
A sleek black Bentley suddenly glided to a commanding stop right in front of her.
Completely blocking her path.
Violet turned her attention to the car, and before she could make out the license plate, the door of the Bentley swung open.
A man's long legs emerged gracefully from the vehicle.
Was that Brady Hall?
Violet’s brow furrowed in confusion—what was he doing here?
She wondered if he knew she was running an errand for Loraine Plahn.
But before Violet could wonder further, Brady Hall was already by her side, authoritatively taking her hand, and declared, “Come on, have lunch with me.”
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