But I clearly don’t know anyone from the Carter Family. "Is this Miss Miller? So beautiful, with a graceful figure and such a lively spirit, no wonder she is so talented." Old Madam Carter greeted me, her first words full of praise. I was astonished, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the compliment. Although I have been praised as a beauty since childhood and often mesmerized by my reflection, I am somewhat narcissistic. But a family like the Carters must be used to seeing stunning beauties, and they still find me pretty? It must be that the old madam is well-cultured and emotionally intelligent. Seeing my daze, Butler Cross gently reminded me, "This is the old madam." I immediately smiled and nodded, "Hello, Old Madam Carter, thank you for the compliment." "Yes, and your voice is lovely too." "..." I blushed from the praise and could only reciprocate politely, "Actually, I shouldn’t call you old madam, your appearance and demeanor are not at all associated with age." Old Madam Carter laughed and said, "I’ll be sixty next month!" Old Madam Carter was kind and unpretentious, completely different from the head of a wealthy family I had imagined. After a few polite exchanges, we got to the main topic. The old madam was approaching her sixtieth birthday and needed to make some good outfits, but she had a youthful mindset and didn’t like the styles appropriate for her age group, so she found me. "I want styles that are youthful but not inappropriate for my age, without the suspicion of acting too young. That would be fine." After understanding her needs, I assessed the old madam’s appearance and demeanor, weighed my options, and got a sense of what could work, "Alright, I’ll take your measurements first." Old Madam Carter stood with her arms outstretched as I began measuring her sizes, with Cherry assisting in noting them down. The hall was filled with many other female relatives chatting as I busied myself and they engaged in their conversations. Initially, I didn’t pay attention, but later I realized they were discussing matters of marriage. To be precise, they were selecting a wife for Daniel Carter, known as the legendary Second Master Carter. "Sister-in-law, with so many noble ladies, hasn’t Daniel taken a liking to any?" "Hmm, none. This is already the third batch." "Second brother has always been picky; otherwise, he would have started dating someone by now." Old Madam Carter huffed, "He’s doing it on purpose." "Aunt, I think these girls are beautiful but lack substance. Some have obviously had plastic surgery. Who knows what they really look like — you can’t blame second cousin for not choosing any." After finishing measuring Old Madam Carter, I knew the other female relatives also wanted clothes made, so I went down the line measuring them one by one, instructing Cherry to make no mistakes in recording. Old Madam Carter sat down, sipped her tea, and scrutinized me, suddenly saying, "Miss Miller, you have good taste, why not help us see which of these noble ladies stands out?" I exclaimed, "Ah," turned to look at Old Madam Carter, and then glanced down at the photos, shaking my head quickly, "I can’t tell, besides...matters of the heart depend on personal preference, others can’t decide." A female elder remarked, "In my opinion, these so-called noble ladies aren’t as good as Miss Miller, lacking both her looks and talent." I was overwhelmed by the compliment and quickly said, "Madam, you’re too kind, I can’t compare to these noble ladies." "Why not compare? You have excellent qualities; don’t underestimate yourself." Having just been abandoned by my husband, as a cast-off wife, I indeed lack confidence for the moment. Yet unexpectedly, Old Madam Carter suddenly asked, "Miss Miller, do you have someone you’re interested in?" My ear twitched, and just as I finished measuring a lady, I almost stumbled when hearing those words. I began to wonder if the joke from the marketing department manager yesterday was true. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel~fire~net "Madam, please don’t joke about it, my scandal has become public knowledge, you’ve surely heard." As it was something well-known, I didn’t hide it and spoke frankly. Old Madam Carter frowned slightly, "That matter has nothing to do with you, you were the victim." "Thank you, madam, for your comfort." "So, does that mean you still have feelings for Young Master Gordon?" While busy measuring the next person’s size, I answered casually, "No, I just want to focus on my career now." As soon as I finished speaking, a tall figure descended from the stairs. Initially, I didn’t notice until someone called out, "Daniel is coming down, are we disturbing your work?" "No, the work is taken care of." A clear, gentle male low voice replied, immediately reminding me of the Second Master Carter, who handed me a handkerchief at the wedding. His voice was as clear and distinct as it had been then, able to cut through a noisy environment. I looked in the direction of the voice and finally saw his face clearly. Unlike the fleeting glimpse at the wedding, this Second Master Carter turned out to be very young and handsome, not matching the "master" image at all. With sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, his figure was tall and straight, exuding something like a military officer’s bearing, and his overall aura extremely dignified and charismatic, the kind of grandeur and authority that feels out of reach at first glance. However, his speech, manner, and expression weren’t at all superior, rather exceedingly gentle and calm. In fact, I’d long heard the name Daniel Carter, but didn’t have a good impression of him. Because Adrian Gordon had grievances with him — in the past, Adrian had missed several major business projects to Daniel. Adrian believed that Daniel was relying on ancestral glory and prestige, being unreasonable, using power to suppress, engaging in vicious competition, and had quite a bit of discontent with him. I also thought then that such a top-tier aristocrat was certainly detestable, imagining his appearance to be that of a sharp, arrogant face. But upon closer observation today, I found that he wasn’t like that at all. Instead, he was immensely excellent and splendid, noble and elegant, befitting all the world’s grandest accolades. "Daniel, since you’re home, you might as well get measured too. If Miss Miller becomes an internationally renowned designer, we might not even be able to hire her then." Mrs. Carter called out her son as he approached, playfully joking. I was once again surprised, responded with a smile, "Mrs. Carter, please don’t flatter me, being of service to the Carter family would make me laugh in my dreams. In the future, just call on me whenever you need something." I’m not self-deprecating, but simply aware of my limitations. This is the Carter Family, after all; what kind of international top designer could they not hire? I don’t know if my mother and grandfather from above are blessing me with such a prosperous opportunity. Daniel didn’t respond to his mother’s words, but I heard footsteps coming towards the sofa area. "Hmm, if Miss Miller can find the time, I’d also like a suit." Daniel stood beside me, speaking in such a gentle, soothing voice that was hard to refuse. I felt slightly nervous inside. To be honest, from now until the middle of next month, with more than half a month’s time, I could only make clothes for Mrs. Carter by working overtime. For the remaining female relatives, it would take at least three busy months. Adding another outfit for Second Master Carter, I would be truly exhausted. "Miss Miller, there’s no rush for mine, you can measure now, and once you’re done with theirs, you can make mine." That soft, gentle voice was inescapable. I stood up straight, looked at him, and nodded, "Alright, just a moment, Second Master Carter." "Second Master is what outsiders call me, Miss Miller doesn’t need to be so formal, just call me Daniel." My mind buzzed, thinking, when did we get so familiar? The key is that when he said this, not a single female relative in the room objected. I suddenly felt dry in the mouth, glanced at him again, then smiled gently, "Mr. Carter, you’re joking. How could I call you by your given name?" After speaking, I bent down again to measure the waist of the lady in front of me. Finally, after finishing everything, Daniel asked, "Is it my turn next?"