Chapter 146 Meeting Her Idol
Tiffany nodded, “I see. Keep up the good work, Eula.”
“Thanks! I definitely will,” Eula said, a gentle smile on her face.
Today was beyond extraordinary for her; not only had she met Tiffany in person, but she also received encouragement – it filled her with joy.
They sat, savoring their coffee and chatting about everyday things.
Time seemed to fly, and before Eula knew it, two hours had slipped by, and it was already past five in the afternoon.
Getting to her feet to say goodbye, Tiffany walked her to the door.
“Eula, may I call you that?” asked Tiffany as they reached the entrance.
“You can. That’s what my friends call me,” Eula nodded.
“This is a dress I've made for you,” Tiffany presented.
Eula lit up, “Really? For me? Thank you so much!”
Eager to see it, Eula took the dress from Tiffany. A dress from Tiffany was far more precious than any boutique item.
Waving goodbye with the dress in hand, Eula called out, “See you!”
A hint of reluctance flickered in Tiffany’s eyes as she added, “Eula, whatever happens, you can always call me. I'll be here to help.”
Eula felt a sense of kinship, noting that Tiffany was different from other designers, more approachable, and exceptionally kind.
Walking downstairs, Eula’s smile deepened, sensing a motherly vibe from Tiffany.
As she got into her car, she couldn't resist checking out the dress – a white one evoking a youthful charm, perfect for her.
Ready to head home, she started the car when her phone rang. It was a call from Liz.
“Grandma Nash,” she answered.
“Eula, it's been too long. Can you come over for dinner today?”
Eula paused, “You mean now, Grandma Nash?”
“That's right. Bring your three kids to the old Nash family home. John has been feeling a bit better these days. Having the kids around might brighten things up, and who knows, it could even help him recover.”
Liz cast a displeased glance at John, who was seated in his wheelchair, his face set in a permanent scowl. Despite losing his voice, his temperament remained as sour as ever. So, she decided it was time to give him a little shock by inviting Eula and her three kids over.
She thought about how he had always wanted great-grandchildren and wondered if seeing others with three might motivate him to get up and out of that wheelchair.
Try as she might, Eula found it hard to say no to the exuberant Liz. "Of course, Grandma Nash," she agreed.
After hanging up, Eula called Mary to find some decent clothes for the kids and spruce them up a bit; she would pick them up on her way home.
As Eula drove toward her house, her mind was filled with the upcoming visit. Upon entering her home, she was greeted by her three beautifully dressed children eagerly waiting in the living room. Both sons were in sharp black suits with matching bow ties, while Angie was radiant in a red princess dress, her hair cascading over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkling as she looked up at Eula.
Eula was taken aback; she thought Mary had gone overboard. "I said to dress nicely—not for a gala!"
Angie lifted her dress and curtsied. "Your Majesty,” Angie said with a curtsy, “are we going to a prince's ball?"
Angie had long dreamt of attending a grand ball, but Eula had never managed to take her. Seeing her so thrilled, Eula didn't have the heart to ask them to change.
