“I heard about the situation. This is really hard on you all. Asking for such a big change at the last minute is definitely unreasonable, but…”
Olivia sighed before continuing, “Juliana is a close friend of mine. Back when I was heartbroken over Wesley, she was the one who stayed by my side and comforted me.
“So, aside from work, she’s the person I care about most. Her wedding is a once–in–a–lifetime event. I don’t want her to have any regrets. You understand how I feel, right?”
Anathea nodded. “Even if a client’s request is a bit unreasonable, a long as it’s within our capabilities, we’ll always try to give them a satisfactory answer.”
Olivia looked at Anathea’s calm expression, feeling relieved.
“I knew I’d chosen the right person. Even though I was the one who introduced Juliana to you, you still secured the project through your own abilities. You stood out among many competitors. Anyway, I’m entrusting Juliana’s wedding to you.”
“Yes, don’t worry.” Anathea smiled slightly.
After seeing Olivia off, Evangeline walked over to Anathea and whispered, “Nat, are you really sure about this?”
“For now, no.” Anathea shrugged.
“What?” Evangeline finally realized that Anathea had just been buying time earlier.
But even with that, when the wedding day arrived, they would still be doomed. “We’re screwed.”
She figured she might as well start packing to head back home.
When things went wrong, people would always add fuel to the fire. Someone said mockingly, “Oh dear, you’re in a really tough spot, aren’t you, Ms. Jacobson and Ms. Holstrom?”
The already–irritated Evangeline rolled her eyes upon seeing Frederick coming over to stir things up.
“If you’re this free, why don’t you go play another round of tennis with Mr. Smith? Let’s see if you can win a project by bootlicking people.”
At the mention of the sport, Frederick’s face darkened. He immediately recalled how Anathea had run him ragged on the court, affecting his image in front of Emory.
“I just came to see if you really can handle this. If you can’t, you’d better pack up and get out of here, or you’d trend online and get roasted so hard you wouldn’t be able to show your faces publicly anymore.
“Some projects are simply beyond your capabilities, yet you insist on taking them on. You’re being way too ambitious for your own good. Take my advice–don’t take on more than you can handle, or it’ll come crashing down.”
“Frederick!” Evangeline couldn’t take it anymore. She rolled up her sleeves and was about to charge forward.
But Anathea quickly held her back and looped her arm through Evangeline’s, stopping her from acting impulsively.
She then turned to Frederick, refuting calmly, “No matter how big the problem, I’ll find a way to deal with it. That’s not something you need to worry about, Mr. Wilson.”
“I’d like to see how you’ll keep up with the act.” Frederick let out a cold sneer and walked off smugly.
“This is outrageous!” Evangeline clenched her fists, itching to punch him. “No, we’re not letting that jerk look down on us! I’m going to make sure he eats his words!”
Lena was fired up as well. “Yes! Go beat the hell out of him!”
As night fell, they still hadn’t managed to get in touch with any floral suppliers who could deliver that many pink roses on such short notice.
Evangeline paced anxiously while making calls. “Can you supply 200 thousand pink roses? We can arrange emergency transport immediately!”
But they received the same reply every time.
“Sorry.”
“Understood.”
Anathea exhaled slowly, crossing off names one by one on her supplier list. She reached the final entry, but there was still no luck.
“What do we do now? It’s hopeless.” Evangeline slumped onto the couch, exhausted.
Lena brought over a few more business cards. “Want to give these a shot?”
“I’m done.” Evangeline gave up completely. “I swear, it can’t possibly get worse than this.”
Just then, Giselle pushed the door open, looking gloomy.
“Bad news.”
