When Maria spoke about Miss Yonder, her admiration was palpable.
"Miss Yonder is incredibly mysterious. All we know is that she burst onto the scene five or six years ago as a young woman from our country. Beyond that, not much is known."
"She first showcased her designs for bags and dresses on social dia. A popular actress spotted them and imdiately sent an assistant to contact her, requesting custom bags, gowns, and shoes," Maria continued. "Later, that actress wore an ensemble made up entirely of Miss Yonder’s work to a film awards ceremony, creating a sensation and launching Miss Yonder into the spotlight," she finally added.
"Many celebrities rushed to have her design for them, but at the height of her fa, she wiped her social dia clean and disappeared. Now, anyone wanting to contact her has to go through interdiaries."
Arthur was intrigued. "In this age of information overload, how does she manage to stay so hidden?"
"Exactly," Maria said, lifting her chin with pride. "Over the years, many have tried to find her, but she never makes public appearances. Even when she does appear, she uses makeup to disguise her true identity."
"And her makeup skills are extraordinary; she’s even called a makeup master from another dinsion," she gushed.
Arthur felt as if he were listening to a fairy tale. "Can one person really accomplish so many incredible things? Could Miss Yonder be a moniker for several different people?"
Avery quietly enjoyed her snack, a gentle smile on her lips, choosing to remain silent.
Maria chuckled softly. "No, she’s definitely just one person. Two years ago, an influencer pretended to be Miss Yonder and showcased designs similar to hers, fooling a lot of people."
"As a result, V Group sued the influencer, claiming that Miss Yonder was both a partner and the founder of their Yonder brand, backed by a formal agreent. Even then, Miss Yonder didn’t show up to court; her lawyer handled everything. Since then, no one has questioned her existence or dared to impersonate her," she expanded.
Claire, listening intently, chid in. "Maria, haven’t you been studying jewelry design online? Do you want to beco a jewelry designer soday?"
Avery turned her attention to Maria. Feeling nervous, Maria waved her hands dismissively. "I wouldn’t dare dream of that."
But then, blushing, she admitted, "I do love jewelry design, but I don’t think I’m very talented. Growing up in a small town, I haven’t seen much of the world. How could I ever beco a designer?"
Avery noted that detail but didn’t press further. Instead, she smiled warmly. "Have you created any designs of your own? If you have, I’d love to see them. I can even show them to Miss Yonder and get her feedback."
"Really? You’d show Miss Yonder my work?" Maria asked, surprised and excited. "Wouldn’t that bother her? What if my designs aren’t good enough?"
"It’s not that serious," Avery reassured her. "I promise you, Miss Yonder values everyone’s creativity and would never mock soone’s efforts."
"That would be amazing," Maria sighed with relief, her nerves mingling with excitent. "Next ti you visit, I’ll show you my designs."
Avery nodded enthusiastically. "It’s a deal then."
Wesley checked the ti and said to Maria, "That bag is gorgeous. You should try it on!"
Avery reminded her, "Maria, don’t forget to read the manual first and set up your fingerprint or password."
That was the brilliance of a Yonder bag. Each one is equipped with an electronic chip that stores the owner’s facial recognition, fingerprint, and password. Even if soone steals the bag, they can’t open it. Plus, the bag is waterproof, fireproof, and cut-resistant—essentially a portable safe.
Of course, the bag has other features, but Avery left those for Maria to discover. As a devoted fan of Miss Yonder, Maria was well aware of these features. She stood up with joy, slung the bag over her shoulder, and admired her reflection in the mirror.
Everyone agreed. "The bag looks fantastic, and it suits Maria perfectly."
Josie clapped her hands and exclaid, "Maria looks amazing with that bag, don’t you agree, Marshmallow?"
Marshmallow’s eyes sparkled. "This bag is incredibly artistic and beautiful, and it suits Maria perfectly."
Maria was so overwheld with happiness that tears filled her eyes. "Thank you, Avery, for this wonderful gift. I love it so much, but I don’t have anything as nice to give you in return."
"Your happiness with my gift is the best return," Avery said, patting her shoulder. "Giving gifts is about thoughtfulness, not obligation. You shouldn’t feel pressured to give sothing expensive in return; that would change the spirit of giving."
Hearing this, everyone regarded Avery with newfound respect.
Arthur gave Avery a thumbs-up. "Avery, that’s such a generous perspective. I was worried about how to match your gift, but now I feel no pressure."
Avery smiled graciously. "It’s just a small gift; there’s no need to overthink it."
Just then, her phone on the table buzzed with a new ssage. She didn’t pay much attention and casually opened the ssage.
The SAT Test results were out, and students could now check them on the official website. She glanced away, not in any hurry to see her scores.
But Josie, sitting nearby, noticed the text and exclaid in her sweet voice, "Avery, Avery! The ssage says your exam results are out! How did you do?"
Everyone at the table, who had been happily examining their gifts, suddenly set them down and turned their eager eyes toward Avery.
Avery remained silent, a hint of hesitation in her expression. Without waiting for anyone to urge her, she picked up her phone.
"Alright, I’ll check now."
The group stood up and crowded around her, all eyes focused on her screen. Avery smoothly navigated the official website and entered her personal information.
A flurry of question marks seed to materialize over everyone’s heads.
Claire’s eyes widened with concern. "Why isn’t there a score? Could it be that the results aren’t available yet? Surely nothing went wrong, right?"
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