Evelyn’s fingers instinctively tightened around Charlotte’s, a subtle step backward putting more distance between them and the woman approaching.

Amelia Sterling’s stare was unnerving. It was sharp, intense, and sent a distinct chill tracing a path down Evelyn’s spine.

Then, Amelia smiled. But it was a hollow gesture, a mere curving of lips that held no genuine warmth. Her eyes remained locked on Evelyn as she let out a light, airy chuckle. "Evelyn, we're partners. There's really no need for such caution around me."

Evelyn pressed her lips together, a slight frown creasing her brow. Despite the seemingly harmless words, the knot of unease in her chest refused to loosen.

She kept her tone polite, yet deliberately distant. "You have my assurance, Miss Sterling. I will complete the design you requested. My focus is entirely on my work. Nothing will interfere with that."

Amelia’s smile didn't falter, but something shifted in her gaze—a brief, fleeting shadow that darkened her eyes for a fraction of a second. Then, as if it never happened, she spoke casually. "By the way, my birthday party is next Saturday. I'll have an invitation sent to you at Aethelgard Industries. I do hope you'll attend."

Before Evelyn could formulate a response, Amelia’s attention flicked to Charlotte, her tone noticeably cooler. "Since you're still shopping, I won't keep you."

With that, she turned and strode purposefully from the boutique, her small retinue of bodyguards moving in seamless unison behind her.

Long after Amelia had disappeared from view, the oppressive weight in Evelyn’s chest remained, a heavy, invisible pressure she couldn't shake.

Charlotte let out a sharp breath, her eyes narrowed as she watched the empty space where Amelia had been. "That was Amelia Sterling, wasn't it? I think I saw her at a business event once. Her reputation precedes her—thoroughly spoiled, notoriously temperamental. A nightmare to deal with. Most people know to steer clear."

She gave Evelyn a look of pure sympathy and patted her hand. "How on earth did you get roped into a project for her?"

Evelyn sighed. "We're currently collaborating with Sterling Group. That's how I became involved."

She hesitated, then lowered her voice. "Some of my colleagues say she has… feelings for the founder."

Charlotte blinked in surprise. "You mean the elusive billionaire who built Aethelgard Industries from nothing?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Well… in terms of background, it's a fitting match. Two powerful families uniting. It makes perfect sense."

Evelyn nodded. "That's true, but…"

Before she could finish, Charlotte smirked. "Honestly, if you hadn't mentioned the founder, I would've thought she had a thing for Alexander."

The way Amelia had reacted to the news of Evelyn's pregnancy… it was as if she wanted to tear Evelyn apart on the spot.

Though Charlotte's tone was playful, Evelyn couldn't dismiss the fresh wave of unease that crept over her.

"Alexander has likely never even met Amelia. But her hostility toward me is very real. I don't understand why yet, but I'll be careful." Evelyn gave Charlotte a reassuring look.

Charlotte pondered for a moment before shrugging. "She probably dislikes most people on principle. You two had no interaction before this, after all."

"Come on, let's not waste another thought on her. I'll try on these clothes, and once I've decided, let's get something to eat—I'm starving." Evelyn shook off the lingering tension and managed a smile.

Charlotte immediately brightened, nodding with seriousness. "You're eating for two now. You need plenty of energy. I know the perfect place—trust me, both you and the baby will leave completely satisfied!"

Evelyn chuckled. "Alright, lead the way."