How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 875

Esmeralda frowned, annoyance flickering across her face, but she had no choice but to turn around.

Lucy was already hurrying toward her. “There you are! Come in, it’s cold outside.”

“No, I can’t. I have something I need to do.”

She tried to leave, but Lucy just smiled, catching her by surprise. “Isn’t that ‘something’ talking to me about your wedding dress? I figured you’d want to discuss your ideas.”

Esmeralda stopped in her tracks, startled. “Excuse me?”

Lucy let out a small, careful laugh, her eyes unreadable, lips forcing a polite curve. “You didn’t know? I’m going to be the one designing your dress and my brother’s suit. Since I’m a bridal designer, your mother thought I’d be perfect for it. She’s already put me in charge.”

The absurdity struck Esmeralda all at once.

Her rival was going to design her wedding dress?

Was this supposed to pierce her heart even deeper?

“No.” Her voice was firm. She turned away, wanting to get as much distance as possible.

But Fleming was suddenly there, cutting off her escape. “Your mom talked to me today. The dress has to be settled, and the task is already Lucy’s.”

Esmeralda looked at him, her jaw clenched. “Are you worried Lucy will be overworked?”

Or did he just think Lucy was being mistreated by all this?

Fleming caught the sharp edge in her question—an edge left over from the fight they’d had the night before, clearly still unresolved.

He met her stare without flinching. “If you didn’t want to bother her, then maybe you shouldn’t have told your mother Lucy was a bridal designer.”

The verdict was in. If that’s what Fleming wanted to believe, then fighting, crying, or explaining herself would only make her look worse.

Why give them more fuel? If Lucy wanted to design the dress, she could have at it.

Lucy clearly hadn’t expected this sort of reply from Esmeralda, who had always been so brash and outspoken. She paused, taking her in for a second or two before nodding. “Alright.”

Lucy faltered, hesitating ever so slightly at the invitation.

Esmeralda kept her gaze fixed on Fleming, daring him to respond. Lucy, clearly not wanting to get caught in the middle, quietly turned away, ready to leave them alone.

Fleming kept his eyes locked on Esmeralda. Suddenly, he understood—she was acting out. His tone was cold as he shot back, “Didn’t you wanted to call off the arrangement?”