But now I can’t do it in front of Natalie Yates, so I have to find another opportunity.
Seeing my embarrassment, Daniel Carter immediately helped me out, "Let’s go, most of the guests are here, and the party is about to start."
Following Daniel Carter into the banquet hall, I once again refreshed my understanding of true aristocracy.
Within the Carter Manor, there’s a separate three-story Western-style building with a large banquet hall, multifunctional conference rooms, and a leisure club. This building is isolated from the main building, providing a good level of privacy for the hosts.
The entire building is decorated in a low-key, tasteful manner, with even a random decorative piece being a collectible-level artwork.
At this moment, the banquet hall was bustling with people, and the guests were laughing and talking gracefully, speaking with exceptional eloquence.
I casually looked around and noticed several political leaders who often appeared on news programs, showing the influence of the Carter Family.
As soon as Daniel Carter returned, Butler Cross immediately approached him to whisper something. I knew he was busy today, so I smiled and said, "Mr. Carter, go entertain your guests; I can manage on my own."
"Alright, feel free to do as you please and don’t hold back. There should be some friends you know here; you can chat with them."
"Okay, you go ahead and get busy."
He walked away, and Natalie Yates who came with him nodded to me in greeting before leaving with him.
In the Miller Family, I wasn’t favored and didn’t have the chance to attend so-called high society banquets.
However, in the past few years, I’ve won several international fashion design awards, so attending award ceremonies has given me a view of the larger world.
Therefore, this kind of occasion doesn’t bring much pressure to me.
I walked into the venue and saw Mrs. Carter from afar.
She was wearing the first outfit I made for her.
It was an indigo-colored, cheongsam-inspired evening gown with a mandarin collar design, but without slits on the sides of the skirt. There was a thin black belt at the waist that matched the color of the diagonal fasteners, accentuating the figure while elongating the legs visually, giving an overall impression of dignified elegance.
The Chinese-style jewelry I had Daniel Carter deliver was well-utilized by Mrs. Carter.
The phoenix brooch was pinned at the diagonal fastener, adding a touch of lively elegance to the dignified aura, making her look more energetic and youthful.
When I looked at Mrs. Carter, she happened to spot me over the crowd and immediately raised her hand to gesture.
I saw a group of distinguished-looking ladies around her. Afraid she would leave her guests to greet me, I gestured with my hand to indicate that she shouldn’t worry about me.
I found a nearby seat and was about to sit down when a surprised voice came from behind.
"Lily Miller? What are you doing here?"
I turned around and was equally surprised to see the person.
It was Adrian Gordon’s sister, Amanda Gordon.
I was taken aback but quickly smiled, "What a coincidence."
Amanda Gordon walked over and stared at me, saying, "There are rumors outside that you’ve hooked up with the Carter Family. I didn’t believe it, but it turns out to be true."
I smiled and returned the compliment, "Since when did the Gordon Family start mingling with the Carters? I’m surprised too. But—didn’t your brother consider the Carter Family to be a thorn in his side? Yet he’s letting you come here?"
"My brother doesn’t! Don’t make things up," Amanda Gordon immediately denied.
As we spoke, another familiar figure caught my eye.
Amanda Gordon saw Olivia Gray, my former mother-in-law, and immediately called out, "Mom, look, Lily Miller is here too!"
The tone suggested that only she was allowed to be here, and my presence was some great offense.
Olivia Gray looked at me with obvious surprise, "Lily Miller..."
Out of courtesy, even though I didn’t family in my heart, I still smiled, "Hello, Aunt."
"Lily Miller, are you really with Mr. Carter? Doesn’t he know you’re divorced? Such a status is completely—"
"Mom, what divorced, she hasn’t even separated from my brother yet. If she’s with Mr. Carter now, that’s marital infidelity!"
Amanda Gordon pouted, a look of disdain and anger, and then muttered resentfully, "What’s wrong with Mr. Carter, taking a liking to her... Besides being pretty, I don’t see what else she’s got going for her."
I hadn’t said a word, yet they’d already accused me of "infidelity," leaving me both exasperated and amused.
"Amanda Gordon, a brain is a good thing, but unfortunately, you don’t have one. Do you want to ask an audience here about who cheated between your brother and me?"
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And now they have the nerve to falsely accuse?
Amanda Gordon, a bit naive, stammered after I countered her insult.
But my former mother-in-law had a peculiar way of thinking. She took over her daughter’s words, "Adrian did make mistakes, but you can’t compete on who did wrong more. Moreover, he’s now had a change of heart. After six years together, can you just give it up that easily?"
I was utterly shocked, caught between tears and laughter.
"I finally understand why your son has a skewed worldview. With a distorted upper beam, the lower beam is bound to follow suit—no wonder."
"Lily Miller, it’s one thing to scold me, but how dare you scold my mother?" Amanda Gordon was instantly furious, her voice rising, attracting the attention of nearby guests.
Looking around, I couldn’t help but remind her, "Amanda Gordon, this isn’t your house; don’t make a spectacle of yourself. Your family’s reputation has already been trashed by your brother; don’t let the last shred be ruined by you."
"You—" Amanda Gordon was about to retort, but Olivia Gray pressed her down, "Enough! This is the Carter’s place!"
It seems my former mother-in-law still has some sense of propriety.
I coldly turned my gaze back, intending to leave when, to my surprise, I saw Old Madam Carter already behind me.
"Mrs. Carter, happy birthday, wishing you peace and joy." I immediately offered my respectful blessings.
Old Madam Carter smiled kindly, "Lily Miller, you made it."
With her greeting, everyone around looked at me in surprise.
Olivia Gray and her daughter looked particularly shocked.
"Mrs. Carter, are you... familiar with Lily Miller?" Olivia Gray stared, directly asking.
Standing beside me, Mrs. Carter calmly replied, "Yes, Lily Miller and I are friends despite the age gap. She is skillful—I am wearing the gown she made for me, which I am very fond of."
Mrs. Carter gently spread her arms, showing off the Chinese-style dress she was wearing.
Murmurs of discussion rose around us, while Amanda Gordon pouted and muttered, "Just a seamstress, calling her skillful..."
Before I could speak, Mrs. Carter defended, "Every profession deserves respect. Besides, it’s remarkable that Lily Miller has made her brand influential and her personal work won multiple international awards."
She paused, still smiling kindly, and looked at Amanda Gordon, asking softly, "Does Miss Gordon have any talents to share with us?"
"I—I play the piano well! I’ve won awards too!" Amanda Gordon, caught off guard by Mrs. Carter addressing her, was excited yet a bit nervous, stammered before replying.
"Have you held a solo concert?" Mrs. Carter continued to ask.