Chapter 323
As she walked toward her apartment, Hadley murmured softly, “A birthday means I’ll need a gift. But what could I get him?” For the first time in a long while, money wasn’t a pressing issue. Cristian had efficiently handled her divorce settlement, leaving Hadley with a considerable sum from Eric.
Still, no matter how much she had, she wouldn’t waste it carelessly.
For one, years of habit had taught her to be mindful of spending. More importantly, Joy would need financial security in the future—this money was meant for her.
It was true that accepting help made it harder to hold onto resentment. Thanks to the alimony, Hadley’s bitterness toward Eric had softened considerably.
Returning to the present, Hadley pondered Denver’s gift again. Considering Denver’s privileged upbringing, he likely received either luxurious gifts or deeply personal gestures.
Anything lavish was clearly beyond Hadley’s budget.
Thus, something lovely and handmade would be the perfect alternative.
While heading home, Hadley settled on precisely what she wanted to give.
Rather than returning straight home, she veered toward the lively open-air market nearby.
The place buzzed nightly, full of stalls offering everything from street food to handmade trinkets.
Given the early hour, few vendors had fully opened their stands, and the street was quieter than usual.
Fortunately, Hadley swiftly located her intended item, along with fresh groceries.
Back at her apartment, she arranged everything neatly before boiling some corn on the cob.
With an upcoming performance, she needed to watch her diet closely. Changing swiftly into her dance attire, Hadley meticulously completed her usual routine practice, showered briefly, and had her dinner. After finishing, she diligently cleared and cleaned her single large table, ensuring it was spotless.
She carefully untied the plastic bag she’d brought from the market. Inside was a smooth, pure white piece of cotton fabric. She had chosen it specifically to create a handmade shirt as Denver’s birthday present.
Hadley took pride in her sewing abilities.
Her grandmother, Clare Pearson, had spent her entire life sewing, using this talent to lovingly raise Hadley and fund her dancing dreams. Dance lessons were costly, but Clare never complained, always providing support wholeheartedly.
Hadley had always been deeply grateful, frequently helping Clare in her spare moments, picking up sewing skills along the way.
Although she lacked Clare’s mastery, Hadley confidently handled simpler tasks like making shirts and dresses.
She gently unfolded the fabric, visualizing Denver’s physique in detail. Hadley envisioned the design, grabbed a piece of chalk, and carefully traced an outline onto the fabric.
There was a bit more than a week remaining, more than enough time for careful craftsmanship.
Hadley understood the importance of taking her time, ensuring every detail was just right.