Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau-Chapter 747 - 385: Blossoming Prosperity

It just so happens that Cameron Spencer also wanted someone to guide Brooke Osborne, so he specifically instructed her.

Ava Harlow would never oppose Cameron Spencer to his face and immediately agreed.

Spring Spencer is Ava Harlow’s daughter, and seeing Ava reminded Lawrence Winters of Spring Spencer.

He knew Spring Spencer had just gone abroad on vacation, otherwise, he might have met her here.

Considering how well Spring’s mother, Ava Harlow, gets along with Autumn Stetford, he wondered about Spring Spencer’s relationship with Ruby Sheldon.

Lawrence Winters didn’t want to say anything, so he took a glass of coconut juice from a tray held by a passing maid and took a sip.

Brooke Osborne returned to Ava Harlow’s side, and somewhat displeasedly said, "Ava, is there something you need?"

Ava Harlow smiled and said, "I just wanted to remind you, Mrs. Shen and today’s star, Ruby Sheldon, are about to arrive. It’s better for us to wait here."

She glanced at the young woman Brooke Osborne had just been speaking to and curiously asked, "Who is that girl? She’s really pretty!"

"That’s Lawrence Winters, my brother’s fiancée," Brooke Osborne laughed, a bit of pride in her voice, "She came with Mrs. Foster."

Ava Harlow knew Gabriel Foster’s wife, Fiona Southgate.

Before Autumn Stetford became her best friend, she had an even closer friend, Fiona Southgate, the current Mrs. Foster.

However, she wasn’t familiar with Mrs. Foster, so she only glanced and said with a smile, "Mrs. Foster’s husband is Gabriel Foster, a rare handsome man. You’ll see when we have dinner later."

She even winked at her.

Brooke Osborne: "..."

What’s the meaning of this?

She pursed her lips and said lightly, "Have you had your eye on Mr. Foster for a while, Ava? Then take a good look later."

Ava Harlow wasn’t particularly upset that Brooke Osborne didn’t take the bait, and retracting her smile, she said languidly, "I was just introducing him to you; there’s no need to act like a porcupine and drag me into it. If Mr. Spencer finds out, he’ll just scold you."

"Oh, really? Will Mr. Spencer know you think Mr. Foster is a rare handsome man?" Brooke Osborne, exasperated by Ava Harlow’s insinuations, couldn’t help but retort.

Ava Harlow couldn’t help but look Brooke Osborne up and down again, thinking that having a son does make one different, even the temper has grown.

She snorted inwardly but kept a smile on her face and turned her gaze to the main entrance.

At this moment, several maids had already lined up at the entrance to welcome people.

The lighting in the courtyard was as soft as moonlight, and the chandeliers in the living room were wrapped in gentle white gauze.

The redwood pillars and partitions, along with the peacock blue and smoky purple furniture, created an atmosphere of wealth and elegance.

The ladies and misses in the living room were all dressed in luxurious and exquisite attire, like those expensive oil paintings by Western masters on the walls.

"Mrs. Shen, Miss Shen has arrived." Someone announced at the entrance, and everyone stood up in unison to show courtesy to the host.

Lawrence Winters also looked up.

Not long after, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared at the entrance.

The taller one was Autumn Stetford, who stepped forward into the room, moving from the shadows to the light.

Lawrence Winters noticed she was wearing a black brocade cheongsam, meticulously crafted, likely by an experienced tailor with at least ten years of skill, showcasing the feminine form to its fullest extent.

Creating a cheongsam truly tests a tailor’s skills.

A well-made cheongsam can highlight a woman’s curves while perfectly modifying and beautifying the figure.

A highly skilled craftsman can make the cheongsam so beautiful that it deceives the eyes like a beautifying camera.

What you think you see is real, but it’s actually the result of the cheongsam’s clever beautification.

In contrast to the dress Lawrence Winters wore.

Autumn Stetford’s cheongsam with bright peonies was the epitome of such beautification.

What seemed like a tacky traditional floral design was made elegant by the black brocade fabric.

If closely examined, the peonies on her outfit were all hand-embroidered using gold and silver threads dyed and extracted from pure gold and silver, making every flower exude the phrase "prosperity and wealth."

Autumn Stetford looked very cosmopolitan, and in such a classical outfit, rather than appearing out of place, she exuded a heroic and mysterious aura like a black peony.

She stood at the entrance, smiling, signaling to the guests in the living room with her eyes.

When her gaze fell on the young woman standing directly opposite the door, her pupils involuntarily contracted a little.