NovelEnglishInstead, she glanced at Nancy and smiled.
“Mr. and Mrs. Fairclough, I have no interest in explaining anything about Nancy’s injury. I’ve heard about the impending marriage, and since Nancy’s hand is now injured, I will complete her design.”
“Millie, what did you say? You want to take my place?”
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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRest 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 the company. You wish to replace me? Dream on. You’re grossly overestimating your abilities. You will never supplant 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 accomplish it.
Her assurance was akin to a slap across Nancy’s face. Resolving not to let Millie gain the upper hand, Nancy ceased her discouragement.
“It’s commendable that you’re confident,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Mr. Fairclough, Mrs. Fairclough, you’ve heard her. She claims she’ll replacein the upcoming design work.”
The Faircloughs were guarded. Nancy doubted they would place their trust in Millie.
“Impossible. She’s a nobody. She can’t possibly compare to you, Nancy.
We have faith only in your abilities,” Mrs. Fairclough declared, her face taut with disapproval.
Mr. Fairclough exploded.
“Nonsense! How shameless and self-righteous she is! My daughter’s wedding is no child’s play. It must be the talk of Preagend. I won’t allow her to craft the jewelry for my daughter.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMillie remained unfazed by their rejection and derision. Calmly, she pulled out her phone and accessed her photo album.
“Mr. Fairclough, Mrs. Fairclough, please contain your anger. Examine my designs first. If, after viewing my previous works, you still object toundertaking this design, I will depart without further ado.”
Their surprise was palpable at Millie’s composed reaction. The Faircloughs exchanged a glance before Mrs. Fairclough sneered, assuming Millie’s confidence was mere bravado.
“How presumptuous! What can you possibly create?” she scoffed, but reluctantly accepted Millie’s phone. “Very well, letsee 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.
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