Chapter 463
Chapter 463:
Years ago, when Katelyn was pregnant, she had taken up designing as a way to pass the time. She never expected Moss to be so impressed by her sketches.
At the time, Katelyn truly loved Moss and was willing to give him everything she had. But when he pleaded with her to let him use her designs while keeping her identity a secret, she hesitated.
Katelyn had always thought of herself as a trophy wife—average in academics and lacking any standout skills. Designing gave her a sense of accomplishment, something she could excel at, and she didn’t want him to take that away from her. But Moss had begged and begged.
He confided that everyone, both inside and outside of the Herrera family, saw him as a man who lived off his wife’s wealth and status.
If Katelyn revealed herself as the designer, Moss warned, it would only confirm those perceptions. People would say his success depended solely on his wife.
Katelyn believed Moss needed this win to prove his worth, so in the end, she reluctantly agreed to keep her identity a secret.
Over the years, she continued providing designs to Moss—not for his sake, but for Bernice, their daughter. She hoped Bernice would one day have a place in the Herrera family because of what Katelyn had done for her over the years.
Turning to Yelena, Katelyn said, “However you figured out I’m J, I need you to promise me one thing. Please keep this secret to yourself p>
Yelena, not one to betray a confidence, nodded silently. If Katelyn wanted this hidden, she had no intention of revealing it. Yet neither of them caught sight of the shadow quietly lingering in the walk-in closet.
The figure hiding there was so well-hidden that even Katelyn hadn’t sensed their presence.
Katelyn gestured toward the racks and said, “Go ahead then. Pick whatever you like p>
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Most of Katelyn’s creations were dresses. Among them were charming, princess-style designs that Yelena didn’t even glance at.
Not that Katelyn had intended to offer those to Yelena though—they were meant for Bernice.
Each piece had been designed with Bernice in mind.
Ironically, despite being raised by Katelyn, Bernice had no idea her mother was the creative force behind all her outfits. In fact, Bernice often gushed about how much she admired J’s work.
Only Katelyn understood the emotions she felt each time Bernice unknowingly complimented her.
Yelena eventually chose a dress, one that deviated from her usual style. It was a gown inspired by Bulgarian roses. The base was a crisp white, adorned with bold red rose patterns that created a striking contrast.
The dress wasn’t the tight, waist-cinching type but had a loose, modern silhouette with a subtle princess-like charm. It radiated elegance with a touch of youthful vibrancy.
Yelena glanced briefly at her reflection in the mirror before quickly looking away. “Not bad,” she thought.
Katelyn stared at her in disbelief.
Most people, when wearing such a stunning outfit, would admire themselves in the mirror for a moment or two. But Yelena was different—she took a single look and then moved on. She had no idea just how breathtaking she looked.
Perhaps it was her youth or her unawareness of her own beauty, but Yelena resembled a blooming rose, impossible to overlook. By the time Katelyn snapped out of her thoughts, Yelena was already heading toward the door.
Katelyn stopped her. “Wait a second. Are you planning to go out like that p>
Yelena’s hair was long and loose, cascading over her shoulders. While lovely, it didn’t quite complement the dress.