#Chapter 18 The Dressmaker’s Child

My heart skipped a beat as my eyes caught the elderly woman’s. The elderly woman seemed to say something to Mr. Vanderbilt, who nodded and walked off in the direction of a nearby hot dog stand. The elderly woman then turned to me and motioned for me to come to her. Without missing a beat, I walked over to her. “I noticed you watching us,” the elderly woman said. “Are you a friend of Nick’s?” “Not exactly. I’m more like a potential client. My name is Crystal.” The elderly woman smiled. “I’m Eliza. He’s a fantastic dressmaker, isn’t he?” “That’s what I’ve heard.” Eliza sighed in the same way that a teenager does when she’s in love for the first time. “Nick’s the best at just about everything. We have so much fun together, and I can’t imagine a better person than he is.” I smiled. This woman truly was in love. I would kill to have what she had. My mind flashed momentarily to Andrew, but I quickly shoved the thought aside. “You know,” Eliza whispered and leaned in clo