A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce) novel Chapter 62

However, I wasn't surprised and didn't dwell on it.

After all, Cindy was born under a lucky star.

Yet, I didn't expect to see Cindy chatting with Vanessa with the coat on when I returned to work on Monday.

Cindy smiled as if she was displaying some kind of trophy. "It still cost thirteen thousand dollars even after the discount. I didn't think it was worth it, but Bruce said that it looked good on me and paid for it without question. I can't even return it now."

Vanessa looked envious. "Wow! When will I find a handsome and rich boyfriend like Mr. Harold? Oh, please bless me with one someday."

I couldn't help but stare at Cindy.

How should I put it… I didn't agree with Bruce's taste.

Cindy was petite and cute and was more suited for a cuter style of clothes. But that vintage coat, coupled with Cindy's looks, only came across as awkward and out of place.

Well, Bruce was rich after all.

"Oh, Nance is here." Cindy noticed me and walked over with a warm smile. "I wanted to apologize to you over the phone last night. But it was late, and I didn't want to disturb your rest."

I was puzzled. "Apologize for what?"

Cindy toyed with the belt of her coat and shyly muttered, "It's about the coat. I actually feel quite sorry about it."

She felt sorry? Then why did she wear it to work with such a bright smile.

I smiled. "You're overthinking it, Ms. Lane. There's plenty of choices in the mall. I could always find another one."

And the same went for men too.

Just then, Caroline appeared out of nowhere and swept her gaze over Cindy. "That looks vintage. When did you change your style, Ms. Lane?"

Cindy happily glanced at the collar of her coat. But before she could answer, Caroline continued, "Something cuter would've fit you better. You look like an old woman in that."

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At the cafe, Kate sat at a seat by the window.

She wore a light brown mink coat that put her elegance on full-display, truly living up to her status as a wealthy wife.

"You're here, Nance," Kate greeted me.

"Do you need something, Aunt Kate?" I got straight to the point.

Kate didn't expect the bluntness. Then, she handed me a Chanel bag and said, "I saw it while shopping yesterday and thought the color would suit you well. So, I bought you one."

I glanced at it.

It was a black Chanel 2.55—a classic bag that went well with most outfits. A second-hand model such as this could easily be sold for twenty to thirty thousand dollars, let alone a brand new one.