But I clearly don’t know anyone from the Carter Family.
"Is this Miss Miller? So beautiful, with a graceful figure and such a lively spirit, no wonder she is so talented." Old Madam Carter greeted , her first words full of praise.
I was astonished, feeling a bit overwheld by the complint.
Although I have been praised as a beauty since childhood and often srized by my reflection, I am sowhat narcissistic.
But a family like the Carters must be used to seeing stunning beauties, and they still find pretty?
It must be that the old madam is well-cultured and emotionally intelligent.
Seeing my daze, Butler Cross gently reminded , "This is the old madam."
I imdiately smiled and nodded, "Hello, Old Madam Carter, thank you for the complint."
"Yes, and your voice is lovely too."
"..." I blushed from the praise and could only reciprocate politely, "Actually, I shouldn’t call you old madam, your appearance and deanor are not at all associated with age."
Old Madam Carter laughed and said, "I’ll be sixty next month!"
Old Madam Carter was kind and unpretentious, completely different from the head of a wealthy family I had imagined.
After a few polite exchanges, we got to the main topic.
The old madam was approaching her sixtieth birthday and needed to make so good outfits, but she had a youthful mindset and didn’t like the styles appropriate for her age group, so she found .
"I want styles that are youthful but not inappropriate for my age, without the suspicion of acting too young. That would be fine."
After understanding her needs, I assessed the old madam’s appearance and deanor, weighed my options, and got a sense of what could work, "Alright, I’ll take your asurents first."
Old Madam Carter stood with her arms outstretched as I began asuring her sizes, with Cherry assisting in noting them down.
The hall was filled with many other female relatives chatting as I busied myself and they engaged in their conversations.
Initially, I didn’t pay attention, but later I realized they were discussing matters of marriage.
To be precise, they were selecting a wife for Daniel Carter, known as the legendary Second Master Carter.
"Sister-in-law, with so many noble ladies, hasn’t Daniel taken a liking to any?"
"Hmm, none. This is already the third batch."
"Second brother has always been picky; otherwise, he would have started dating soone by now."
Old Madam Carter huffed, "He’s doing it on purpose."
"Aunt, I think these girls are beautiful but lack substance. So have obviously had plastic surgery. Who knows what they really look like — you can’t bla second cousin for not choosing any."
After finishing asuring Old Madam Carter, I knew the other female relatives also wanted clothes made, so I went down the line asuring them one by one, instructing Cherry to make no mistakes in recording.
Old Madam Carter sat down, sipped her tea, and scrutinized , suddenly saying, "Miss Miller, you have good taste, why not help us see which of these noble ladies stands out?"
I exclaid, "Ah," turned to look at Old Madam Carter, and then glanced down at the photos, shaking my head quickly, "I can’t tell, besides...matters of the heart depend on personal preference, others can’t decide."
A female elder remarked, "In my opinion, these so-called noble ladies aren’t as good as Miss Miller, lacking both her looks and talent."
I was overwheld by the complint and quickly said, "Madam, you’re too kind, I can’t compare to these noble ladies."
"Why not compare? You have excellent qualities; don’t underestimate yourself."
I said, "..."
Having just been abandoned by my husband, as a cast-off wife, I indeed lack confidence for the mont.
Yet unexpectedly, Old Madam Carter suddenly asked, "Miss Miller, do you have soone you’re interested in?"
My ear twitched, and just as I finished asuring a lady, I almost stumbled when hearing those words.
I began to wonder if the joke from the marketing departnt manager yesterday was true.
"Madam, please don’t joke about it, my scandal has beco public knowledge, you’ve surely heard." As it was sothing well-known, I didn’t hide it and spoke frankly.
Old Madam Carter frowned slightly, "That matter has nothing to do with you, you were the victim."
"Thank you, madam, for your comfort."
"So, does that an you still have feelings for Young Master Gordon?"
While busy asuring the next person’s size, I answered casually, "No, I just want to focus on my career now."
As soon as I finished speaking, a tall figure descended from the stairs.
Initially, I didn’t notice until soone called out, "Daniel is coming down, are we disturbing your work?"
"No, the work is taken care of." A clear, gentle male low voice replied, imdiately reminding of the Second Master Carter, who handed a handkerchief at the wedding.
His voice was as clear and distinct as it had been then, able to cut through a noisy environnt.
I looked in the direction of the voice and finally saw his face clearly.
Unlike the fleeting glimpse at the wedding, this Second Master Carter turned out to be very young and handso, not matching the "master" image at all.
With sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, his figure was tall and straight, exuding sothing like a military officer’s bearing, and his overall aura extrely dignified and charismatic, the kind of grandeur and authority that feels out of reach at first glance.
However, his speech, manner, and expression weren’t at all superior, rather exceedingly gentle and calm.
In fact, I’d long heard the na Daniel Carter, but didn’t have a good impression of him.
Because Adrian Gordon had grievances with him — in the past, Adrian had missed several major business projects to Daniel.
Adrian believed that Daniel was relying on ancestral glory and prestige, being unreasonable, using power to suppress, engaging in vicious competition, and had quite a bit of discontent with him.
I also thought then that such a top-tier aristocrat was certainly detestable, imagining his appearance to be that of a sharp, arrogant face.
But upon closer observation today, I found that he wasn’t like that at all.
Instead, he was imnsely excellent and splendid, noble and elegant, befitting all the world’s grandest accolades.
"Daniel, since you’re ho, you might as well get asured too. If Miss Miller becos an internationally renowned designer, we might not even be able to hire her then." Mrs. Carter called out her son as he approached, playfully joking.
I was once again surprised, responded with a smile, "Mrs. Carter, please don’t flatter , being of service to the Carter family would make laugh in my dreams. In the future, just call on whenever you need sothing."
I’m not self-deprecating, but simply aware of my limitations.
This is the Carter Family, after all; what kind of international top designer could they not hire?
I don’t know if my mother and grandfather from above are blessing with such a prosperous opportunity.
Daniel didn’t respond to his mother’s words, but I heard footsteps coming towards the sofa area.
"Hmm, if Miss Miller can find the ti, I’d also like a suit." Daniel stood beside , speaking in such a gentle, soothing voice that was hard to refuse.
I felt slightly nervous inside.
To be honest, from now until the middle of next month, with more than half a month’s ti, I could only make clothes for Mrs. Carter by working overti.
For the remaining female relatives, it would take at least three busy months.
Adding another outfit for Second Master Carter, I would be truly exhausted.
"Miss Miller, there’s no rush for mine, you can asure now, and once you’re done with theirs, you can make mine." That soft, gentle voice was inescapable.
I stood up straight, looked at him, and nodded, "Alright, just a mont, Second Master Carter."
"Second Master is what outsiders call , Miss Miller doesn’t need to be so formal, just call Daniel."
My mind buzzed, thinking, when did we get so familiar?
The key is that when he said this, not a single female relative in the room objected.
I suddenly felt dry in the mouth, glanced at him again, then smiled gently, "Mr. Carter, you’re joking. How could I call you by your given na?"
After speaking, I bent down again to asure the waist of the lady in front of .
Finally, after finishing everything, Daniel asked, "Is it my turn next?"
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