Chapter 583
Everyone wants to climb the ladder, to move up in the world.
And as a human being, Celia had to look out for herself.
If she worked with Smith, she would not only receive a fortune, but her name would also be immortalized in the medical field.
Fame and fortune.
How could she refuse?
She wasn’t short on money as Celia’s bodyguard, and she held the title of
Valerium’s top female protector.
But what did that title really mean?
At the end of the day, a bodyguard was still just a bodyguard.
Celia might say she treated her like a sister, but someone of her station could never truly be Celia’s sister.
Forget sister.
She probably didn’t even count as a real friend.
The whole situation with Caitlin proved it.
If Celia truly valued her, she wouldn’t be treating Caitlin better.
She had been with Celia for over twenty years.
How long had Caitlin been in the picture?
Yet now, she wasn’t worth a fraction of what Caitlin was to Celia.
It was evident in how Celia addressed them.
She called Caitlin ‘Freya p>
What did she call her?
Always just her full name.
The more Jennifer thought about it, the colder her heart grew. She couldn’t fathom how twenty years of companionship could be worth less than a friendship that was only days old.
Since Celia clearly had no intention of sharing her privileged life, Jennifer had to forge her own path.
After all, everyone has to look out for number one.
Hearing her answer, Griffin was overjoyed.
Griffin shot up from his chair and extended a hand. “Miss Jennifer, it’s a pleasure doing business with you p>
Griffin’s research indicated that Jennifer had grown up with Celia, so Griffin had expected it would take some time to win her over.
Je hadn’t anticipated it would be this easy.
It seemed Jennifer’s loyalty wasn’t as deep as Griffin had imagined.
“A pleasure,” Jennifer replied, shaking Griffin’s hand.
“I’ll get the prescription as soon as I can p>
Griffin beamed. “Excellent, Miss Jennifer. Let’s stay in touch p>
Jennifer nodded.
Meanwhile, Celia had finished her makeover.
She had chosen a stunning vintage princess gown in a soft pink, complete with a matching hair ornament. She looked beautiful, exuding a unique and captivating charm.
Staring at her reflection, Celia covered her mouth in disbelief. “Is that really me?” She had never imagined that she would look so breathtaking in a classic gown. She was the picture of regal elegance.
The stylists standing nearby were equally impressed.
“Oh my goodness! You look absolutely gorgeous p>
“Miss Palmer, who else could it be p>
Celia turned to one of the stylists. “Where’s Freya? When is she coming out p>
They had been in separate styling rooms, and Caitlin had gone in about ten minutes after her.
The stylist checked her watch. “Miss Kensington should be out in another two minutes p>
“Oh, okay.” Celia nodded and turned back to the mirror, admiring her reflection and snapping selfies with her phone.
“Wow! She’s beautiful p>
A gasp of admiration echoed through the studio.
Celia turned to see Caitlin parting the beaded curtain and stepping out.
She was a vision.
Caitlin had chosen a magnificent crimson gown that highlighted her flawless complexion and striking features. Her exquisite, almond-shaped
as a spring morning, making her look like a true princess who had stepped right out of a painting. Her grace and beauty were unparalleled, impossible to replicate.
yes were as et
Celia was speechless, staring for a long moment before she finally found her voice, her hands covering her mouth. “Oh my gosh! Freya, you look absolutely stunning p>
She had thought she looked good, but Caitlin was on another level entirely.
Caitlin smiled. “You look beautiful too p>
“Freya, give me your phone,” Celia said excitedly. “I have to take pictures of you.” “Alright.” Caitlin handed it over.
Celia began snapping photos from every angle, and Caitlin graciously posed.
The Imperial City gardens were the perfect backdrop for the princess gowns and with Caitlin’s natural beauty, nearly every shot was a masterpiece, requiring no special effort.
After the solo photoshoot, Celia joined her for some pictures together.
Though they hadn’t known each other long, they clicked instantly.
By the time they finished exploring the gardens, it was lunchtime. Caitlin led Celia
to a hidden gem of a restaurant she knew.
Sitting inside the cozy, unpretentious bistro, Celia looked around with wide-eyed wonder. “Freya, I’ve never eaten in a place like this before p>
Caitlin smiled as she poured her a glass of water. “This is where you’ll find the most authentic local French cuisme. I promise, after one bite, you’ll be coming back for more p>
Since Celia couldn’t handle spicy food, Caitlin had chosen a small bistro that
specialized in French cooking.
“Really?” Celia asked, still a bit skeptical.
“Absolutely,” Caitlin confirmed.
Though she trusted Caitlin, Celia still found it hard to believe.
Could a place like this truly serve something extraordinary?
Soon, their food arrived.
Four dishes and a soup.
There was a rich coq au vin, crispy duck confit, a charcuterie board, a side of
sautéed seasonal vegetables, and a fragrant fish soup.
Caitlin served Celia some of the soup. “Try this first p>
“Thanks.” Celia took the bowl and had a small taste. Her eyes widened in
astonishment. “Wow! This is incredible p>
She had eaten Eldermere cuisine before.