Since Ms. Kiki had stepped in and filed a complaint, the tide of public opinion was turning. The situation was now looking up for Rose, and with the heat dying down, nobody could claim she had paid to make
the scandal go away.
"We could still hire so online supporters to steer Rose’s image in an even better direction."
"I need to talk to you," Louisa’s voice laden with concern.
"What is it?"
Louisa asked the designers to continue tweaking their drafts and then led Kenneth out to the garden.
She recounted everything Myrna had told her, not leaving out a single detail.
Kenneth was hit like a ton of bricks, seemingly unable to believe that the girl he once thought of as his precious daughter was capable of such deceit.
anwhile, Serena had been waiting since 3 in the afternoon. It was now past 5 o’clock, and the designers still hadn’t shown up to take her asurents.
Occasionally, she’d pick up her binoculars to spy on the main house, but there was no sign of anyone coming her way.
After a while, she saw the designers leave the mansion and drive off into the distance.
Her heart sank. It seed her parents, now that they had their own daughter, were showing their true colors, forgetting even her New Year’s outfit on such an important holiday!
So much for fairness, there was no such thing as equality in this family, was there?
Weren’t they wealthy? Wasn’t there plenty of money? Couldn’t they afford to have a couple of custom outfits made for her? Or was it that they just didn’t want to spend it?
Now that they had their own daughter, they wanted to save all the best for her.
Just then, her phone buzzed twice. She thought it might be a ssage from her parents, but when she checked, it was from her old friend Juliet.
"Serena, New Year is coming up, and I can’t get my hands on the new LM collection. Could you do a solid?" Juliet sent two voice ssages,
"Their new designs are to-die-for, and I know you guys only wear couture for New Year, and wouldn’t care for ready-to-wear gowns; but for , it’s so gorgeous it’s driving insane. I really want it!"
LM, like LV, was a luxury brand, but so of their limited-edition new releases were only available to VIP custors.
In the past, if Serena was willing to help, Juliet could get her hands on a dress that was otherwise unattainable. Because Serena was a long-ti VIP with LM, even if there was only one piece of a design left, LM would sell it to her first. Her being the Collins family’s daughter ant her shopping experience mattered a lot to them, given the Collins family’s prestige at ho.
"I know it’s just a word from you, and I’ll transfer the money to your card later. In our circle, you’re the ultimate rich and pretty girl, the only one who can pull this off. Truth be told, I’m so envious of you. As
the Collins family’s daughter, you get whatever you want. Unlike , I don’t even have the chance to buy a dress."
It was monts like these when Serena felt a cut above the rest. Her mood lifted slightly as she forwarded Juliet’s selected design to LM’s custor manager.
It wasn’t long before the custor manager replied, "Ms. Serena, did you have your eye on this dress?
This piece has been reserved by Ms. Rosemary, and it’s the only one."
"You gave her the dress I wanted?" Serena was clearly unhappy.
"Because Ms. Rosemary is our top client at LM, she naturally gets priority."
"What are you implying?"
"Didn’t Mrs. Collins inform you? You’re no longer a VIP with our brand. Ms. Rosemary has taken your place."
"What did you just say?" Serena doubted her own eyes, but the ssage from Giselle was clear; Rosemary had usurped her status as LM’s VIP.
She was stunned for a mont before asking, "When did this happen?"
"Just now."
Serena hadn’t expected this. Not only had her mother not allowed those designers to co and tailor clothes for her, she had actually transferred her mbership to Rosemary.
"I am now Ms. Rosemary’s personal account manager, and unfortunately, I can no longer continue to serve you, Ms. Serena. Should you beco a VIP with our brand again in the future, a new manager will be assigned to you."
Serena, still in disbelief, shakily attempted to reach out to other high-end brand account managers, only to find out that she was no longer considered a VIP anywhere - only Rosemary was!!
And all of this had just happened; her mother had revoked all her VIP privileges in one fell swoop and handed them to Rosemary!!
[Serena, did you get it all sorted? How much did it cost? With your connections, LM must’ve given you a hefty discount. Thanks so much, you’ve saved a bundle. Which card should I transfer to?]
Reading Juliet’s ssage, Serena paused for a long while before replying, [Juliet, I just found out that my mom thinks LM is too downmarket for our family’s current status. So, I’m no longer their VIP client.
Sorry about that, you might want to check out other brands.]
Juliet sent back an emoji of astonishnt, unable to believe that a brand on par with LV could be considered ’low-end’ by them.
Were the Collins family on the brink of bankruptcy? Or facing cash flow problems?
Typically, if they found a brand beneath them, they’d simply stop shopping there, but why go to the extent of actively canceling the VIP status? That seed unnecessary.
But since Serena had said it, Juliet didn’t want to push, and politely dropped the subject after a few courteous exchanges.
Later, Betty ca to deliver dinner, and seeing Serena’s mood, she cautiously reported, "The items you ordered online have been delivered, but Mrs. Collins didn’t sign for them as she usually does."
"What do you an??" Serena was shocked. The goods she had ordered a few days ago from a high-end international website had not been signed for by her mother.
In the past, no matter what she purchased, soone always paid for it upon delivery. But now, her mother really had changed!
"Also, the New Year’s gift you picked out, the Ferrari, has been canceled by Mrs. Collins too. The dealership called to ask why, and she said she wanted to get a better one for Ms. Rosemary."
"What did you say??" Serena was utterly dumbfounded, unable to believe her mother’s blatant favoritism.
"And, there’s more." Betty carefully laid out the dinner, her voice tentative, "Your cards have been frozen."
"When did this happen? Which cards??" Serena asked, her shock unabated.
Her parents had given her several sub credit cards in the past, always depositing money into them every month, allowing her to buy whatever she wanted.
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