Chapter 173
Chapter 173:
“Janice, I’ve commissioned a special necklace just for you.” Before Janice could voice any protest, Sierra had already swept into the store.
The Freak Design staff embodied refined elegance—each member handpicked for their poise and beauty, dressed immaculately in black suits with pristine white gloves. Their practiced smiles and graceful demeanor exuded pure professionalism.
At Sierra’s request, an attendant reverently presented the necklace.
Janice studied the piece with appreciation; it was Leah’s latest seasonal masterpiece, the crown jewel of their collection. She’d seen the preliminary sketches and had been impressed by their vision—the design perfectly captured youthful vibrancy while incorporating the trendy elements that defined Freak Design’s current season.
“Janice, do you like it?”
Meeting her friend’s eager gaze, Janice offered a warm smile.
“I like it.”
She didn’t want to dampen Sierra’s enthusiasm and accepted the necklace without hesitation. She understood the likely motivation behind Sierra’s gift—a response to the events of last night.
The unpleasant confrontation with Delilah over a necklace had left its mark, and Sierra, ever thoughtful, was trying to replace that sour memory with something beautiful and new. It was, without question, a deeply considerate gesture.
A delicate piano melody drifted through the air, catching Janice’s attention. She glanced at Sierra, whose face still beamed with unbridled joy at Janice’s acceptance of the necklace.
“Sierra, let me give you a gift in return.”
“Huh?” Surprise flickered across Sierra’s face before turning into eager anticipation. “Of course! What do you have in mind, Janice?”
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“Come with me.”
Through the bustling mall, Janice led Sierra to its heart—the atrium, where a gleaming white piano stood sentinel. A brave soul was attempting “Twinkle,
“Twinkle, Little Star,” their hesitant notes floating awkwardly but earnestly through the space.
“Sierra, this is my gift to you.”
Sierra’s gaze fell on the piano, her lips immediately forming a playful pout. “Janice, I’m hopeless at the piano.”
Janice shook her head, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “I’m not giving you the piano—I’m giving you a melody.”
“A melody?” Sierra’s surprise bloomed into delight, her eyes sparkling with sudden understanding. “Janice, you play?”
“Uh-huh.” Janice approached the piano with graceful steps. “I feel inspired to compose something just for you, right here, right now. I hope it speaks to your heart.”
“Oh, this is wonderful! I know I’ll adore it!” Even without hearing a single note, Sierra knew that anything flowing from Janice’s fingers would be magical.
In Sierra’s world, Janice could do no wrong. Her friend’s actions were filtered through a lens of pure admiration and unwavering support.
“Pardon me, might I have a turn?” Janice’s voice was gentle as she addressed the current pianist.
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