“What?” Samantha blurted out in shock, her face full of disbelief. “Are you sure Velora Atelier said they’d send the clothes over soon?”
“Yes,” the butler replied, also feeling like he was in a dream. “The person in charge of Velora Atelier said it in person.”
Helen was stunned as well. After a moment, a hint of joy appeared on her face. “Could it be that Velora Atelier made a mistake, thinking it was Sammy who ordered the dress, and that’s why they agreed so easily?”
As she spoke, Helen grabbed Samantha’s hand, her face full of pride, as if she had already decided that the dress was for Samantha.
Adrian nodded in agreement. “It’s definitely that. Mom, didn’t you order a custom gown from Velora Atelier for Sammy’s 18th birthday party last time?”
“But they said they were busy making dresses for other socialites and couldn’t arrange it…” Samantha furrowed her brows in confusion, a mix of joy and concern in her heart, afraid she might be mistaken.
“Well, they must have realized you’re about to become a student of the piano master Jack Bernette. Your future is limitless, and they’re rushing to flatter you,” Adrian said, pride shining in his eyes as he patted Samantha’s head.
“Exactly,” Helen nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of hope and pride for Samantha. “Sammy, with your talent on the piano, Mr. Bernette will surely take you under his wing. Then, the Rivers family’s status in Stonebridge will rise with the tide. All those gentlemen from prestigious families will be fighting to get in your good graces. Velora Atelier clearly knows what’s good for them.”
Samantha felt a bit lightheaded from all the praise, a smile unconsciously tugging at her lips. “Don’t worry, Mom and Dad. I’ll never forget the Rivers family’s support.”
The butler, standing aside, hesitated to speak. Seeing how happy Helen and Samantha were, he dared not say much, but…
“Madam Helen, Velora Atelier’s people are here with the clothes,” the servant reported as she entered.
“Let them in.”
Everyone’s gaze turned to the door as several Velora Atelier staff members entered, each holding an exquisite gift box. When the leader turned out to be Lena Gray, the person in charge of Velora Atelier, Helen stood up in shock.
After all, this was the kind of treatment only top-tier elite families received.
Lena wore a well-tailored black suit, her every movement exuding elegance and competence.
Helen quickly adjusted her clothes, her face beaming with a smile as she stepped forward. “Ms. Gray, you shouldn’t have troubled yourself to come in person. You could have just had someone else deliver it.”
Samantha stood beside her, her eyes filled with anticipation and shyness, as if she could already picture herself in the stunning gown.
But Lena only gave a faint smile. After scanning the room, she asked, “It’s no trouble at all. Could you tell me where Ms. Rivers’ room is? I’ll personally deliver the dress to her.”
At these words, Samantha slowly stood up, her face showing a proud smile. “It’s okay. You can just give it to me directly.”
Lena took a step back as she raised her hand, calmly explaining, “Miss Rivers, you’re mistaken. This dress is for Ms. Sloane Rivers.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, the smiles on the Rivers family’s faces froze. Helen’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What did you say? The dress is for Sloane?”
Adrian stepped forward, his face dark with anger. “Ms. Gray, have you made a mistake? Ms. Rivers has always been Sammy. Sloane is just some country bumpkin!”
Lena didn’t respond to his words. Instead, she turned to Marshall, her smile unchanged. “Mr. Marshall, could you tell me where Ms. Rivers’ room is?”