Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 894

Cliffside Town, while slightly warmer than Vista Town, was still susceptible to the occasional snowfall as the year-end approached.

"Is it cold here?" Christine asked.

Finn dared not disagree. He obediently turned on the heater.

"Set it to 78 degrees," she instructed.

Christine fanned herself, trying to hide her discomfort. "Your car's not very comfortable; it's stuffy."

Finn couldn't argue; he noticed there wasn't even a partition.

Dailey chuckled lightly, "Alright, we'll get a different one."

...

Christine was taken to a private styling studio.

Without hesitation, she chose a red dress. But Dailey, noticing the low-cut back, instructed the stylist, "Add a shawl. It's chilly."

The stylist hesitated, "Mr. Clarkson, the dress is designed to showcase the butterfly lace at the back and the subtle waistline..."

Meeting Dailey's steely gaze, the stylist fell silent. Though Dailey wasn't a local, he was well-connected with the town's influential figures. Their studio was funded by The Hawthornes, who had explicitly instructed them to treat Dailey and his wife with utmost care.

"No need for a shawl," Christine insisted, spinning in front of a full-length mirror. "Please, style my hair up to show off the back of this dress."

Dailey's lips tightened slightly.

The stylist hesitated, looking between them.

Christine asserted, "Don't mind him. It's my dress, my rules." She settled into the chair, "And for the makeup, go for a vintage look, but nothing too bold. It's someone else's party; I don't want to outshine the hosts."

"Of course, right away," the stylist responded, getting to work.

Quinn was taken aback. Wasn't it Finn who said the old car's AC wasn't functioning well, leading Ms. Jackson to feel overheated, prompting the switch?

The whims of women were indeed inscrutable.

"Raise the temperature," Quinn quickly adjusted the settings and discreetly raised the partition.

Christine sighed. "Like boss like employee, both a bit peculiar."

Dailey nodded in agreement, "You're absolutely right."

...

She was about to protest when Dailey interjected, "As you age, you need to be more cautious. You wouldn't want a frozen shoulder."