Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez Novel by Selina Gorges

Five minutes later, Yvette came downstairs, still dressed in a simple black tracksuit. Aurora sat on the sofa, smiling broadly as Andrew kept her entertained. Charles sat silently on the side, slightly lost in thought as he observed the scene. He actually envied Andrew’s personality, so sunny and bright. ‘People like them, who were born into the underworld, always maintained a so–called safe distance from others. After all, you can never tell who’s a friend and who’s an enemy. One minute they’re your friend, the next, they could be your enemy stabbing you in the back, he thought.

When Aurora saw Yvette come downstairs, her smile grew even wider. But upon seeing the black tracksuit she was wearing, she sighed softly. ‘Aren’t young girls supposed to love dressing up? But her future daughter–in–law always seemed to favor black, white, or gray. Too simple. How could that be right? Such a perfect face, a body like a goddess, and divine beauty–all wasted on these plain clothes,‘ she thought.

Andrew noticed Aurora sighing as she stared at Yvette walking down. He was confused ‘Weren’t they just having a great conversation?‘ He asked, “Mrs. Chavez, what’s wrong? Why the sudden sigh? Did I say something wrong?”

Aurora waved her hand and explained, “It’s not you, just… look at Yvette.”

Andrew looked at Yvette and scratched his head. “Mrs. Chavez, what’s wrong with Yvette? I don’t see anything off.”

Aurora took a sip of coffee and said softly, “Don’t you think Yvette dresses too plainly?”

Andrew nodded seriously. He thought, ‘Compared to other girls he knew, Yvette did indeed dress too simply. The girls he knew changed outfits every day, from high–end brands to limited editions, and even luxury collections. Regardless of their figure, their style was always on trend.‘ Andrew added. “When we first met Yvette, she was wearing a tracksuit too. She usually just wears tracksuits, T–shirts, and jeans. But it doesn’t really matter what she wears. With that face and aura, even if she wore a sack, she’d still be miles ahead of anyone else.”

Aurora nodded in agreement and patted Andrew on the shoulder. “Exactly, I think the same. Yvette is like a perfect piece of art crafted by the heavens.”

Andrew nodded enthusiastically. “Mrs. Chavez, we truly share the same taste.”

Charles lifted his head and glanced at the two, who were deeply immersed in their conversation. He wanted to comment on their flattery but found himself at a loss for words. ‘Well, it seems there won’t be any issues between the mother–in–law and daughter–in–law. The age–old problem of family relations doesn’t even exist for the instructor,‘ he thought.

Yvette walked over to the sofa, nodded slightly at Aurora and said softly, “Hello, Mrs. Chavez.”

Aurora patted the seat next to her with a smile. “Come, sit here. Have you gotten used to staying at Skyland the past few days? That boy must be busy with the Ybaulla’s visit, so you must be bored at home. Do you want to go shopping later?” Aurora didn’t insist, instead, she asked for Yvette’s opinion.

Yvette sat down on the sofa, her head slightly lowered. Her jade–like skin looked a bit pale, her bangs fluttered down, her nose was sharp and straight, and her dark eyes seemed to have a faint shimmer in their depths. She curled her lips slightly. “Shopping for clothes?”

Aurora was momentarily stunned by Yvette’s beauty and took a second to respond, “Yes, there’s a Ybaulla gala in ten days, and I’ll be attending with Clifford. I want to check out the latest haute couture gowns.”

Shopping was quite a challenge for Yvette. She didn’t enjoy it, nor had she ever had the time or leisure for it growing up. Did haute couture require a trip to the store? Yvette’s gaze flickered slightly as she looked at Aurora’s expectant face. She calmly asked, “Which haute couture brand do you prefer?”

Aurora thought for a moment and then said, “I don’t have a fixed brand, but in recent years, my favorite has been “Vibe’s” haute couture line. However, their owner is quite unique. They don’t sell the same couture dress to any customer twice, and three years ago I bought one of their dresses, so I can’t purchase another.”

The regret in Aurora’s voice was obvious even to Andrew and Charles. Andrew had heard about this brand from Samantha, so he had some understanding. To him, it seemed like a marketing strategy. ‘Women’s money was easy to make. A simple haute couture piece from Samantha could easily cost millions, and it could only be worn once, he thought. Charles, too, had heard plenty about Mysonna’s “Vibe.”

Yvette nodded slightly upon hearing this, her eyebrows furrowing faintly. She swiftly took out her phone, tapped a few times, then put it away. She turned to Aurora and said, “Let’s pick at home. The people will be here in half an hour.

Aurora was puzzled. “Who? Who’s coming?”

Yvette’s deep, cold eyes met Aurora’s as she calmly replied, “The people from ‘Vibe. Don’t you like their haute couture?”

Aurora was dumbfounded. ‘Did she hear wrong? The people from “Vibe” were coming to her house to serve her personally? That sounded like something out of a fairy tale,‘ she thought. “Vibe” had two unwritten rules: first, they never sold the same haute couture piece to a buyer twice, and second, they never offered at–home service. If you wanted to order from them, you had to go to the store for measurements. It didn’t matter if you were a high–ranking official or a wealthy tycoon; everyone was treated the same.

Years ago, the wife of a major real estate tycoon in Kyoto had demanded at–home service from “Vibe” and even threatened that if they didn’t come, she would ruin them. The headquarters of “Vibe” immediately blacklisted her, and that real estate company eventually went bankrupt. After that, no one dared to ask for home service from “Vibe.” She continued thinking ‘So, what is going on now? Yvette was saying she had arranged for “Vibe” to come to the house?‘ Aurora, fearing she had misheard, turned to Andrew and asked, “Andrew, did Yvette just say that the people from ‘Vibe‘ are coming here personally?”

Andrew didn’t understand why Aurora was reacting so strongly. Yes, Mrs. Chavez, that’s what Yvette said. What’s the matter?”

Charles lowered the newspaper he had been reading and glanced up calmly. He had an idea why Aurora was so shocked. ‘If anyone else had said this, he wouldn’t have believed them. But if Ms. Zeller said it, then it must be true. How well–connected was Ms. Zeller to be able to make “Vibe” break their rules? That was no small feat for a brand,‘ he thought. Charles picked up the conversation and explained to the puzzled Andrew, “Vibe has an unwritten rule: they don’t offer at–home service. No one has ever broken that rule. Even the First Lady of Mysonna hasn’t enjoyed such treatment. If things go as planned, Mrs. Chavez will be the first person in the world to have ‘Vibe‘ come to her home.”

Andrew finally understood why Aurora was so stunned. He glanced at the expressionless Yvette, his eyes twitching. He thought, ‘What kind of powerhouse was Yvette, exactly?‘ This move made him feel like kneeling before her.

Yvette lounged lazily on the sofa, her posture relaxed and nonchalant. Seeing Aurora’s confused expression, she spoke softly, “You like it, and I’m giving it to you. Aren’t you happy?”

Upon hearing these words, Andrew al