Chapter 218


    "Hey! Awesome!" Edgar was thrilled, his smile stretching from ear to ear. ncing at his watch, he


    said, "I''m runningte. I have to catch my flight! See you when I get back!"


    "See you soon." Sherilyn waved him off, watching as he drove away.


    Turning to walk down the alley, she mumbled, "A birthday... so, I need to get a birthday present. But


    what should I get for Edgar?"


    By the way, she was doing quite well for herself. Thanks to Edwin''s efficiency, she received the


    alimony check from Gilbert. And it was a hefty sum. But even with all this money, she wasn''t one to


    splurge unnecessarily.


    First off, it was against her frugal habits. Secondly, Jenna would need money for many things in the


    future, and Sherilyn intended to save for her.


    There''s truth in the saying, "Biting the hand that feeds you is never good." With the alimony in hand,


    her bitterness toward Gilbert had somewhat faded.


    But back to Edgar''s birthday present, she wondered what she should get him. Considering Edgar''s


    affluent background, hecked nothing. A gift should bevish or meaningful for someone of his


    stature. Lavish? Sherilyn couldn''t afford it. So, meaningful it was.


    As she walked, Sherilyn decided on the perfect gift. Instead of heading straight to her rented


    apartment, she made a detour to the nearby night market on Serenity Street, bustling with life after


    dark. From food to everyday knick-knacks, it had everything.


    The market wasn''t in full swing yet, so it wasn''t crowded. Sherilyn was in luck and quickly found


    what she was looking for, picking up some groceries on the way.


    Back at her apartment, she had some vegetable sd, a nod to her body-conscious diet as a


    dancer. Then, changing into her practice clothes, she went through her daily routine of basic


    exercises. After a shower, she prepared dinner.


    With dinner out of the way, Sherilyn cleared the onlyrge table in her apartment, wiping it down


    until it was spotless. Then, she opened a stic bag. Inside was her purchase from the night


    market, a piece of fabric, pure white, pure cotton. That was her birthday gift for Edgar, a shirt she


    intended to make herself.


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    Yes, Sherilyn had skills. Her grandmother, Natalie, was a tailor and had raised Sherilyn, supporting


    her dance lessons with her sewing. Dance lessons weren''t cheap, and Natalie adored her


    granddaughter.


    Ever the dutiful granddaughter, Sherilyn would help out, picking up the craft over time. While she


    wasn''t as skilled as Natalie, she could manage some items, like shirts and skirts.


    Spreading the fabric, Sherilyn visualized Edgar''s measurements, sketching outlines with tailor''s


    chalk.


    With over a week left, there was enough time to make a shirt. Sherilyn had to take it slow, be


    meticulous, and make it unique. After all, it was a birthday present, and Edgar had done her a huge


    favor, one she had yet to thank him for properly.


    As she started cutting the cloth, she was hit by memories of making a shirt for Gilbert.


    Gilbert hadn''t seemed pleased when he received it. Where had that shirt ended up?


    Perhaps he had buried it at the bottom of a drawer or thrown it away.