Chapter 104
Cameron was feeling a bit strapped for cash, but when Greta asked for a favor, he didn’t hesitate. He promised: [I’ll get it for you].
Greta beamed at his message: [Cameron, I heard the Fashion Rival Auction is happening at your family’s Carlton Hotel next week. That Timeless Cycle is up for grabs. You’ve got to land it for me.]
[Consider it done.]
By the time the auction rolled around, Greta’s mysterious illness had vanished. As they entered the event together, Cameron caught sight of Nellie sitting right up front, and he couldn’t hide his surprise. How did someone he thought of as a nonentity score a VIP seat?
And there she was, seated between the well–known Nathan Rowland and Grayson McCoy. The two cousins, both young and blessed with striking looks and sharp wit, had been groomed by their influential families and were already making waves in the business world. Nellie, nestled between them, seemed almost invisible.
Cameron, my sister must’ve used your name to get that prime spot. She really doesn’t know where she stands,” Greta said, echoing his thoughts.
Cameron’s face grew stern. He had repeatedly warned Nellie not to throw his weight around, but she seemed to have ignored him. He decided he’d have words with her later.
Little did he know, Nellie’s seat was rightfully hers, given her solid reputation in the fashion world.
Just then, a hostess approached with a warm smile. “Ms. Greta, Mr. Dawson, you’re among the honored guests at this auction. We’ve got seats saved for you. Please come with me.”
Greta had carved out her niche in the Capital’s fashion scene and was quite happy with her second-row, left–side seat. Unlike what she assumed about Nellie, she’d earned her place through talent and perseverance.
Cameron, however, was puzzled. Despite his clout, he’d been placed in the second row, left side–hardly befitting his usual top–tier status. While he wasn’t personally fussed, Greta was quick to voice her displeasure.
She challenged the organizers, “Why do Nellie and Nathan get front–row seats while Cameron and I are behind them?”
Cameron listened closely as the hostess explained, “Ma’am, those in the front are either major players in the fashion industry or sponsors of this auction. Our management determines the seating. If you have any issues, please reach out to them.”
Greta was momentarily lost for words. Given her status, a second–row seat was already a big deal.
She shot Nellie a resentful look. “Cameron, Nellie must’ve spent a fortune just to show up like this.”
Cameron was puzzled, “Where’d she get the cash to sponsor this event?”
As soon as he sat down, he couldn’t resist texting Nellie: [What are you doing here? This isn’t your scene.]
