Clara, still in shock, shook her head softly. “Mr. Lancaster, I am honored, but I never imagined…”
Richard raised his hand gently. “Clara, it’s clear that Amelia sees something in you that perhaps I should have noticed too.”
The models, sensing the emotional weight of the moment, began to quietly excuse themselves, leaving the opulent room one by one. Their departure felt like a symbolic shedding of the superficial layers that had clouded Richard’s judgment.
