Instead, she nced at Nancy and smiled.


    “Mr. and Mrs. Fairclough, I have no interest in exining anything about Nancy’s injury. I’ve heard


    about the impending marriage, and since Nancy’s hand is now injured, I willplete her design.”


    “Millie, what did you say? You want to take my ce?”


    Millie’s eyebrows rose, having anticipated that Nancy would react with such excitement.


    “Why are you saying that?” she asked calmly. “I simply want to assist you. Your hand is injured, and


    you can’t design at the moment.


    Rest and recover here in the hospital.”


    “Don’t dare to usurp my..


    Nancy caught herself, biting her bottom lip and regaining her confidence.


    “You are merely a young girl who has just started working at thepany. You wish to rece me?


    Dream on. You’re grossly overestimating your abilities. You will never supnt me!”


    “We’ll soon discover whether I possess the skill or not,” Millie responded, her voice steady and


    confident. In her view, though the design task was crucial, she felt well-qualified to aplish it.


    Her assurance was akin to a p across Nancy’s face. Resolving not to let Millie gain the upper hand,


    Nancy ceased her discouragement.


    “It’smendable that you’re confident,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Mr. Fairclough,


    Mrs. Fairclough, you’ve heard her. She ims she’ll rece me in the uing design work.”


    The Faircloughs were guarded. Nancy doubted they would ce their trust in Millie.


    “Impossible. She’s a nobody. She can’t possiblypare to you, Nancy.


    We have faith only in your abilities,” Mrs. Fairclough dered, her face taut with disapproval.


    Mr. Fairclough exploded.


    “Nonsense! How shameless and self-righteous she is! My daughter’s wedding is no child’s y. It must


    be the talk of Preagend. I won’t allow her to craft the jewelry for my daughter.”


    Millie remained unfazed by their rejection and derision. Calmly, she pulled out her phone and essed


    her photo album.


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    “Mr. Fairclough, Mrs. Fairclough, please contain your anger. Examine my designs first. If, after viewing


    my previous works, you still object to me undertaking this design, I will depart without further ado.”


    Their surprise was palpable at Millie’sposed reaction. The Faircloughs exchanged a nce before


    Mrs. Fairclough sneered, assuming Millie’s confidence was mere bravado.


    “How presumptuous! What can you possibly create?” she scoffed, but reluctantly epted Millie’s


    phone. “Very well, let me see your design.”


    As Mrs. Fairclough browsed through Millie’s two design pieces, her initial disdain and arrogance


    towards Millie began to wane.


    Nancy’s hand involuntarily clutched a corner of the bedsheet.


    “Well? What are your thoughts?” Mr. Fairclough demanded, watching Mrs. Fairclough’s transformation


    with increasing trepidation.