It won't be my first time wearing a dress. As long as I can make my mother happy, I'll wear anything, Will thought.

Theo looked thoughtful, and then an idea struck him.

That day, after school, Maeve went to the principal and explained that she wanted to be in charge of making costumes for all the children in her sons' class. Dreamscape was quite famous in Kleymond. In addition, she was the Eranci royal family's former designer, so the principal had no reason to reject her proposal. She was willing to make the costumes for free, but the principal would have gladly agreed even if she charged a fee.

Most of the children at Islaton Private International Kindergarten came from prestigious families. The Arts and Theatrical festival was not only for children but also a great opportunity for parents to mingle and get to know each other. This was precisely why some parents did everything they could to enroll their children at Islaton Private International Kindergarten. Maeve was not the only designer amongst the parents. However, the principal felt Maeve had better credentials and talent than the others. Hence, he rejected the other parents' requests to design the children's costumes.

Maeve walked to the principal's office, telling her sons to wait for her. At that moment, an arrogant voice came from behind. "Hey, you, stop right there."

Maeve continued walking and didn't stop. The other person quickly walked over and blocked her way. "Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"Is there anyone here called 'hey you'?" Maeve coldly stared at the woman. The woman was elegantly dressed and carried a limited-edition crocodile leather bag. She looked wealthy, but Maeve found her arrogant attitude unpleasant.

"I heard you got the gig to design Prerie Class' costumes for the upcoming play," the woman said disdainfully. "I don't even know where a person like you gets your confidence from. You're just an orphan. How did you even get to compete with me for this job?" The word "orphan" stung Maeve.

"Who do you think you are?" Maeve's voice hardened. "If you want to be in charge of designing the costumes, go ask the principal. If he agrees to let you do it, I'll forget about it. But since you're barking insults at me, it's clear that the principal doesn't care about you at all, right?"

The woman's face paled. "Are you calling me a dog?! If you hadn't asked, I would have been responsible for the costume designs!"

This woman was also a designer and quite famous in the country. Otherwise, she wouldn't have sought to design the costumes for this play. Giving her brand exposure via the Islaton Private International Kindergarten's play would be a great opportunity. Her husband would also benefit from more connections.

That is why she was so angry when she learned the principal had given Maeve the job.

"You're so confident. Take the job from me if you have the power to do so," Maeve said coldly. "If you don't, shut your trap. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and shut you up." The woman was so shocked by the coldness in Maeve's eyes that she forgot to retort. By the time she recovered, Maeve was already far away.

The woman tried to retaliate. She took out her phone, wrote a blog post, and posted it online.

Maeve, unaware of the woman's actions, drove home with her sons. In the car, Maeve mentioned the incident, and Theo immediately identified the woman. She was the stepmother of a quiet girl in their class. One day, she had come to pick up her stepdaughter, and Theo had accidentally bumped into her. To retaliate, she had pinched his arm hard. Theo had forgotten, but now, remembering it, he hated her even more.

Will consoled Maeve, "Mom, she's so angry because she realizes she's inferior to you. It's okay; she'll be even angrier on the day of the play."

Maeve laughed at her eldest son's words. She didn't expect her sons to be so intelligent and wise.

At night, shortly after dinner, Byron called on video. This was his third call of the day. Maeve placed the phone on a stand and chatted with Byron about trivial matters while reading the proposal Warren had given her. Byron was also busy; the documents beside him were piled high. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window behind him was the bustling scene of Kuskait.

"What are you looking at?" A low, charming voice came from the video.

Maeve looked up and showed him the proposal. "Do you know Mr. Richard from Trazir? He gave me this collaboration proposal."

Byron thought for a few seconds. "The man who greeted you at the exhibition last time?"

Byron had a fantastic memory. Maeve nodded. "He's very nice. The first time we met, I accidentally rear-ended his car. He didn't blame me and even took me to the venue. Yesterday, my tire had a problem, and he was the one who brought me home."

Byron tilted his head and frowned. "That man doesn't give off a good vibe. Stay away from him," he warned.

"Huh? Why?" Maeve didn't understand. "What vibe does he give off?"

Byron looked at her. "You're too careless around unfamiliar men. You're very trusting. You wouldn't even know when someone is about to betray you."

Maeve puffed up her cheeks. "I'm not that trusting, okay? He's a famous creative director. If he had ill intentions towards me, he wouldn't have offered me a partnership, right? What would be the point?"

"Just stay away from him," Byron said sternly.

Maeve brought the phone to her face and pretended to poke Byron's face on the screen. "Byron, do you want me to stay away from him because you're jealous?"

Since Will had enlightened her, she knew Byron was the director of an oil refinery plant. 'He is jealous of his own son sometimes, so what more, another powerful man like Warren?' Maeve thought.

Byron seemed to chuckle. "Maeve, who are you laughing at? Do you think I get jealous that easily?"

Maeve didn't believe him, but her eyes showed a hint of understanding.