My heart turns cold.
I came to this antique store with high hopes that she could repair the vase, but the result is so
desperate.
“I'm really sorry. There are no other ways. I also want to fix it, but the damage is too bad.”
The woman's face is filled with regrets. I can tell she loves her job of restoring antiques so much, and I
can't blame her for can’t repair it.
But how to explain to Frances Louis?
If Frances Louis asked me to pay for such an expensive vase, how long would it take me before I could
pay it off and leave him?
The guest has bought an antique and left. I feel a headache as I look at the fragments on the table.
“If you really like this kind of blue-and-white porcelain vase, we happen to have a similar one in the
store, the same technique from the Song Dynasty. Even the pattern is very similar. If you don't look
carefully, it looks no different from yours.” The woman comes over and says. Her name is written on the
working card in front of her chest, Nora.
“Where is it?” I ask hurriedly.
She leads me inside and I see the vase that she said immediately.
I don't know anything about antiques, but it really looks like the one I broke.
“Welcome.” A mechanized sound comes from the door.
“You can look at it carefully. I shall accompany with other guests.”
Nora goes out. I look at the blue-and-white vase in front of me, the more I see the more I feel they are
the same.
But this is an antique. Frances Louis’s vase is worth millions of dollars and this one couldn’t be cheap.
How can I afford it?
“How do you like it?” Nora takes guests in and asks me from behind.
I like it, but still I don’t think I could afford it.
“How much is it?” I ask carefully.
“Don't bother to ask, you can't afford it, why seek for insult.” Behind me is a woman’s disdainful voice.
It sounds familiar.
I turn and see Nicole Snow standing in front of me, holding another woman's arm.
Frances Louis’s wife: Whitney Jordan.
I'm not surprised that Nicole Snow and Whitney Jordan, both designers, would know each other.
But I never thought I'd see Whitney Jordan again in a scene like this.
Maybe Nora senses that our relationship is a little complicated, so she goes away to do other things.
Whitney Jordan recognizes me immediately and says apologetically, “Sorry about that last time. Are
you okay?”
She's talking about that she accidentally hit me last time.
Because of Frances Louis, I am afraid to face her. I bow my head and say, “It’s all right.”
“Whitney, how do you know her?” Nicole Snow rolls her eyes to me and purses her lips in disdain.
“What?” Whitney Jordan doesn’t understand.
Nicole Snow whispers something mysteriously in Whitney Jordan's ear, and for an instant Whitney
Jordan's look on me changes.
Of course, I know Nicole Snow wouldn't say anything nice about me, except my relationship with men.
I don’t want to talk to her, so I want to put the vase back and leave. Anyway, I can’t afford it, so it's no
use to take one more look.
For fear of breaking the vase, I take it carefully, but I don’t pay attention to my feet. Suddenly I am
tripped down.
I look at the valuable vase in my hand, and a feeling of despair rises in my heart.
Nobody saves me and I fall to the ground. Although I have protected the vase so carefully, I still can’t
save its fragile life.
The vase is broken with the same sound as the one of Frances Louis. No wonder it is made in the
same kiln.
My face is cut by the fragments of the vase.
But I have no time to notice myself. I look at the debris on the ground and want to die.
“Jane Noyes, you are so careless. See, you break the vase. But you would pay it off because there are
so many men behind you, right?” Nicole Snow laughs with schadenfreude.
I know very well that Nicole Snow is the one who tripped me.
But now the more serious problem is, I broke two valuable vases within one day!
“What happened?” Nora hears the sound and rushes over. She looks at us seriously.
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