Chapter 437


    Gwendolyn and Tiffany arrived in Willowbank, Frosa. Willowbank was a fashion capital as well as


    heaven for all fashionistas.


    After checking into the hotel, Gwendolyn stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the ocean


    view outside. The weather then was already scorching, and the scenery was breathtaking.


    Right then, her phone rang.


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    “Tiffany.”


    It was a call from Tiffany. She was staying in the room next door.


    “Gwen, take a rest for now. We''ll go out to have our meal at six o''clockter. I''m bringing you to meet a


    friend of mine. Preen yourself and wear formal clothes.”


    Gwendolyn could tell the dinner that night would be more of a formal asion.


    Okay, Tiffany.”


    After hanging up the phone, Gwendolyn took a shower before taking a nap.


    At six o''clock in the evening, Tiffany knocked on her door.


    “Gwen.”


    Gwendolyn had already changed into a light purple strapless fishtail gown. She tied her hair into a bun


    and wore a pair of amethyst earrings. Hanging around her neck was the ne, Starry Tears.


    She lifted her hand and touched it. This ne looks good with any outfit. It''s not too striking, nor is it


    unnoticeable.


    She was genuinely impressed by the abilities of the people in the olden times to create such a piece of


    exquisite jewelry.


    Gwendolyn was reminded of Patrick, and at the thought of him, she automatically thought about Felicia.


    She couldn''t help but let out a sigh. Is there still hope for Patrick and me to be together?


    Gwendolyn had lost the confidence she used to have. At that moment, she was starting to feel lost.


    After all, his grandfather was adamant in his stance. On the other hand, her grandfather also insisted


    on wanting her to marry Zayden. I''m caught between a rock and a hard ce. This is such a difficult


    decision to make.


    Amidst her daze, the sound of someone knocking on the door reverberated beside her ears again. She


    quickly pulled herself together, picked up her handbag, and left the room.


    Standing at the doorway, Tiffany, wearing a ck evening gown, emitted an air of elegance.


    Next to her was her assistant, Lte Ramos. Lte chirped, “Ms. Ashton, you look gorgeous today!”


    Gwendolyn grinned. “Thank you, but Tiffany is the most beautiful one here.”


    Tiffany was dressed in vintage clothing. Gwendolyn had seen that outfit in Tiffany''s walk-in closet


    previously. Tiffany had specially hung the gown in a disy wardrobe. She told Gwendolyn the dress


    was created by a famous designer of thest century and was worn by Frosa''s queen.


    The trio took a car to a manor in the suburbs. When the vehicle drove slowly through the gates,


    Gwendolyn noticed a flower field in the vicinity. Fresh flowers that bloomed during the season spread


    across the plot ofnd.


    She rolled down the window and took a deep breath, catching a whiff of the floral fragrance.


    Lte couldn''t help but exim, “Wow! This is an old castle. Are we having our dinner here?”


    There were many ancient castles in Willowbank. Lte and Gwendolyn even nned to visit the


    castles the next day initially. Unexpectedly, their wish was realized that night.


    Tiffany uttered tly, “This is my friend''s ce. She bought the castle for her own stay. You two can


    explore the ce to your heart''s contentter.”


    Gwendolyn widened her sparkling eyes. That person must be incredibly wealthy! Needless to say, she


    must be a prominent figure since she''s Tiffany''s friend.


    When the car pulled up in the parking lot outside the castle, someone wearing a housekeeper''s uniform


    opened the car door for them.


    After Tiffany exited the vehicle, she embraced a woman with an exceptional temperament, who was


    dressed in a maroon vintage dress.


    Gwendolyn and Lte, standing nearby, felt an inexplicable hint of an oppressive vibe from the woman


    when they took in that scene.


    Subsequently, Tiffany summoned Gwendolyn. “Come over here, Gwen.”


    Gwendolyn walked over and greeted the woman, “Hello, mydy.”


    The woman wore a thin ck veil, so her facial features were indiscernible. Nevertheless, her


    distinguished and graceful presence was profound.


    She slightly narrowed her eyes at Gwendolyn before shifting her gaze onto Tiffany.


    Tiffany grinned while cing an arm around Gwendolyn. “She''s my apprentice, Gwendolyn Ashton.”