Chapter 1750:


    It wasn’t even four o’clock yet. With a rare sliver of free time on her hands, she decided to stop by her mother’s ce. She hadn’t visited in half a month.


    On the drive over, she called Keira to ask if she needed anything.


    Keira didn’t bother with a greeting. “Where have you been hiding yourself? You haven’te to see me in ages! Did you forget you have a mother?”


    “Of course not. I’ve just been swamped.” Sandra sighed, navigating through traffic. “The studio has been buried inrge orders. Clients on my neck, all wanting their dresses at the same time.”


    Hearing that familiar edge in her mother’s voice, she knew better than to show up empty-handed. She pulled into a jewelry boutique, chose a pearl ne with matching earrings—simple, elegant—and continued on her way.


    When she arrived, Keira was stretched out on the sofa watching a drama. The moment Sandra produced the ne, everyint dissolved. Keira’s face lit up; she fastened the ne around her neck, clipped on the earrings, and spent afortable stretch admiring herself in the mirror.


    “I had the housekeeper make some of your favorite dishes,” she said, still smiling at her reflection. “Stay for dinner and keep mepany.” Then, almost as an afterthought, she asked, “How much did the ne cost?”


    Sandra shrugged lightly. “A little over thirty thousand. Nothing too extravagant.”


    Keira gave a satisfied nod. Once upon a time, a thirty-thousand-dor ne would have been a fantasy. Now that her daughter was officially part of the Harper family, the figure felt almost modest.


    After a moment, Sandra said, “Mom—Jordy and I broke up.”


    She had brought him around several times over the past two years; it seemed only right to tell her. Keira blinked, surprised but far from upset. “All right. I never liked him anyway. That man was no good.”


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    Sandra raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how exactly did you figure that out?”


    Keira folded her arms with a decisive snort. “Just look at his face. Always uneasy—those shifty little eyes and that fake smile. Definitely not a good man. Forget him. I’ll find you someone better.”


    Sandra rolled her eyes. “You? Please. The people you know either gamble or spend all day ying poker. Giselle said she’d introduce me to her ssmate’s son—he works in government. Sounds promising, doesn’t it?”


    Keira scoffed. “Giselle? You actually trust her? Since when has she been generous enough to set you up with someone decent? She’ll probably hook you up with someone every other woman in the city has already rejected—short, dull, or hiding some terrible secret.”


    That stung. “Mom, stop it. He’s a civil servant. How bad could he be? And Giselle has been good to me these past two years—”


    “Good to you?” Keira cut her off, eyes shing. “What, are you nning to call her Mom next? Don’t forget—I am your mother. That woman can’t stand me, and if she can’t stand me, she probably feels the same way about you. She isn’t helping you; she’s setting you up for humiliation. Mark my words. When is this blind date? I’ming with you. If she tries to make a fool of you, I’ll make her regret it.”


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