Summary of Chapter 455 from Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)
Chapter 455 marks a crucial moment in Oliver Harrison’s Romance novel, Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert). This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.
Reese didn’t notice anything off about Sylvia. She just pulled out her phone, grinning. “Look, we’ve taken so many pictures! I’m thinking of using some for the engagement dinner and the wedding. Can you help me pick a few?”
Sylvia glanced at Reese’s screen. The smiles in the photos were almost blinding.
Reese was the kind of girl who’d grown up wrapped in love, a real-life princess with a confidence that came from deep inside. Her laughter was infectious—so much so that even Rupert, standing next to her, looked more relaxed than usual.
They looked perfect together. Every picture was flawless.
Sylvia, on the other hand, felt awkward. She didn’t know where to look.
“They’re all great. Honestly, you two should decide,” she replied with a polite smile, eager to change the subject. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”
“Oh!” Reese exclaimed, as if she’d forgotten.
“I got so excited I nearly forgot the real reason I called you. The tie pin you designed for my brother? He loves it—wears it all the time, won’t even take it off. So, I was hoping you could design something for me, too.”
“What kind of jewelry?” Sylvia kept her smile up, but she already had a good guess.
Probably something for the engagement party—a necklace, a bracelet, maybe earrings. Even a tiara for the bridal veil wouldn’t be too much of a challenge for her.
Reese blushed a little and rested her chin on her hand. “A ring.”
Sylvia froze mid-sip of her tea.
“Rupert took me to pick out a ring, but honestly, the ones we saw were just expensive, not really me. I want something I can wear every day, something simple but meaningful, you know? Sylvia, could you help me design our rings?”
Sylvia looked down at her cup. Reflected in the tea was Reese’s hopeful smile—and her own uncertainty.
“Sylvia? Sylvia? Are you okay?” Reese called, snapping her back to reality.
Sylvia set down her cup and forced a smile. “Sorry, I’ve never designed wedding rings before. I’m not sure I’m the right person for this. I could introduce you to a colleague though—she’s designed rings for a ton of celebrities.”
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