Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband

Chapter 60 Unexpected Gifts

Chapter 60 Unexpected Gifts

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"Bernard, bring it up!" commanded Melody, prompting a tall figure, Brandon, to carry a box almost identical to the sandalwood box Mrs. Swenson had just presented.

Mrs. Shield's heart fluttered with anticipation, unable to contain her excitement.

Could it be that Melody had personally embroidered a piece of cloth for her?

Previously, such a gesture might have embarrassed her, but now, everyone admired Melody's embroidery skills.

And she was able to receive a piece of Melody's double-sided embroidery masterpiece! (1)

How impressive it was!

Momentarily, Mrs. Shield's aversion towards Melody weakened unconsciously.

With dignity and pride, she approached, her eyes brimming with joy and satisfaction. "Cough, Melody... What kind of birthday gift did you bring?" she inquired, her demeanor exuding anticipation. "You will know when you open it, Mrs. Shield," teased Melody, maintaining her calm and composed demeanor.

So, Mrs. Shield eagerly opened the sandalwood box under everyone's gaze.

Inside lay an expensive flute, a gift that stirred unexpected emotions within Mrs. Shield.NôvelDrama.Org content.

Despite excelling in various pursuits during her youth, the flute remained an instrument she disliked the most.

Melody had, in fact, presented her with the very item she disliked the most at her birthday celebration.

Yet, Mrs. Shield found herself unable to be angry because the flute was not cheap; it was a suitable birthday present.

A lump formed in her throat, making it hard to swallow, as she felt suffocated.

Gritting her teeth, she managed to say, "Melody, you have given a great gift. No need to give me anything next time."

Melody raised her eyebrows and continued, "Of course, as you all have seen, 1 have some knowledge of embroidery. I'm familiar with both the usual embroidery technique and the

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golden thread technique, including some of the others."

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"I have applied my embroidery skills to create a garment, which I've brought here today to present to..."

Mrs. Shield's angry eyes softened, maintaining a dignified and proud demeanor, "Well, I suppose you do have some..."

"To give to Poppy. I hope Poppy likes it."

Melody spoke with deliberate pauses, causing Mrs. Shield's emotions to fluctuate like at rollercoaster. She covered her chest anxiously, afraid that she might be angered to death.

The intricately embroidered long robe gifted to Poppy depicted a white crane in a celestial pose, striking a balance between lifelike detail and ethereal beauty.

The guests gathered around as soon as it was revealed, admiring its craftsmanship,

Lily, after a professional assessment, handed Melody her business card.

"Melody, if the opportunity arises, we could collaborate," Lily proposed. "I've moved away from traditional embroidery. Currently, I'm exploring high-end modern clothing design. It must be integrated into the contemporary fashion landscape to make traditional culture relevant again."

"This journey is challenging, but if fate allows, I'd like you to join me."

Mrs. Shield's envy nearly caused her to faint, but Derrick intervened just in time, ensuring her support.

"Fetch the doctor. And has the barista arrived?"

"Prepare Nanny's favorite Latte!" Derrick instructed, directing a reproachful glance at Melody.

The steward promptly responded, "Mr. Derrick, the barista is here. He'll prepare Madam's coffee immediately."

Dressed in a crisp white shirt, the barista approached Mrs. Shield's table and began brewing her coffee meticulously.

Each step was executed flawlessly.

Although Mrs. Shield had been uneasy lately due to her inability to find a satisfying coffee, seeing the familiar barista relieved her.

She inhaled the aroma of the Latte and took a sip, feeling momentarily content.

But her satisfaction turned to fury as she immediately spat it out. "Pah! Why does this taste different?"

The steward, feeling the tension, reassured her, "Madam, it's the usual barista and coffee beans. There shouldn't be any mistake." Frowning, Mrs. Shield poured herself another cup, took a sip, and her frown deepened.

"The coffee before this was not brewed by you!"

"Then who brewed it?"

Suzanna's eyes welled up with tears, but a glint of calculation danced within them as she said, "It was me!"