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Novel Catalog
Chapter 93
Anson quickly shifted his attention when he noticed his gaze lingering on Abigail. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, but the awkwardness in the room remained. Despite his wealth and status, he couldn’t help but feel out of place, observing how comfortable Abigail and Eden were in each other’s company.
Lucian, sitting next to Anson, noticed the change in his friend’s demeanor and gave him a knowing glance. “You all right?” Lucian asked, his tone light but laced with curiosity.
Anson didn’t respond immediately, his mind still distracted by the interaction between Eden and Abigail. After a brief pause, he cleared his throat again, this time with a slight smile. “Yeah, just… distracted,” he muttered. It wasn’t just the way Abigail had confidently spoken to Eden or the casual, effortless closeness between them. It was something about how they fit together like puzzle pieces, a bond that seemed unshakable.
Abigail, oblivious to the discomfort of the men, smiled broadly at Eden. “You know, I always admire your ability to make everything look so easy,” she said, her voice full of genuine admiration. “And your designs—they’re always so unique. You’re like a magician with fabric.”
Eden chuckled softly, feeling a warm flush from the compliment. “You’re too kind. But I just do what I love.”
Ricky, who had been quietly listening to their conversation, piped up excitedly, “Mom, I can’t wait to see Abigail in those outfits! They’ll look amazing.”
Eden ruffled his hair affectionately, smiling at her son. “I’m sure they will. I’ll make sure they’re perfect.”
As the conversation continued, Anson and Lucian remained more on the periphery, feeling the growing distance between themselves and the dynamic that was forming at the table. They had both been accustomed to being the center of attention, yet now they found themselves standing in the background, watching as the women’s bond flourished in a way that made them feel like outsiders.
Anson leaned back in his chair, trying to shake off the feeling of being left out. He had never been the type to feel awkward in social situations, but this was different. The connection between Eden and Abigail was too natural, too effortless. It made him rethink some of his own relationships, especially his role in the social circles they moved in.
Lucian, sensing Anson’s discomfort, decided to break the silence. “So, Eden,” he said, leaning forward with interest, “what inspired you to start your own clothing line? It’s not something many people have the courage to do, especially in such a competitive market.”
Eden paused for a moment, thinking carefully about how to answer. “It wasn’t just about the business for me,” she began. “It was about creating something that felt true to who I am. Fashion, for me, has always been an extension of self-expression. I’ve never wanted to follow trends—I want to set them.”
Her words struck a chord with Anson, who was now looking at her with a new level of respect. There was something deeply grounded in her approach, something that wasn’t about impressing others but about doing something for herself and for those she cared about.
Abigail noticed the shift in the atmosphere and leaned in, adding with a teasing smile, “And she’s too modest. Eden has been known to turn down some pretty lucrative offers because they didn’t align with her vision. It’s not just about the money for her. She’s a true artist.”
Eden smiled, grateful for Abigail’s support but also a bit shy about the praise. “Well, I do what I can. But it’s the people who wear the clothes that really make them special.”
As the conversation continued, Anson and Lucian couldn’t help but feel the subtle but undeniable energy between Eden and Abigail. It wasn’t just the friendship—they both brought out something in each other that was hard to define, but it was real. And as much as they tried to engage, it became clear to them both that this was not a space they were meant to dominate.
Eden and Abigail were a force of their own. And maybe, just maybe, that was something worth respecting.