Chapter 45


    Chapter 45


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Vivian reacted quicker than Larissa. She grabbed thetter’s hand and studied her briefly, nodding. “Of


    course.”


    To Larissa, she said, “Go pick out a few gowns that you like.” She waved her hand generously. “The


    clothes on this floor are all high–end customized designs from major brands over the years. Take your


    pick.”


    “High–end customized designs” meant that these clothes were haute couture- clothes that represented


    the pinnacle of fashion design. Many superstars always wore high–end customized gowns with pride–


    even if they were out of season–to attend major events. And whether or not they wore haute couture,


    the choice of the brand, when the clothing was released, and the haute couture of a specific season- all


    became ways for celebrities topete with each other.


    Larissa felt that she was dreaming–no, she could not possibly even be dreaming


    about this.


    She really wanted to ask, “Can I really pick whatever I want?” but was afraid that the question would


    expose herck of exposure to high society. So, she forced herself to look nonchnt, and answered


    with a soft hum, her chin slightly raised.


    Vivian exined to her. “The clothes closer to us are thetest designs.”


    Larissa made another noise of affirmation with a poker face.


    Vivian then asked Kevan, “Mr. Shields, do you prefer to have a seat and wait here, or…


    Kevan cut her off. “I’ll pick with her.”


    Larissa jolted and turned to look at him in surprise. Kevan looked straight into her eyes and said, “I


    don’t trust your eye for beauty.” There was a hint of scorn in his voice.


    Larissa really wanted to give him a good shake by the shoulders and scream, “Didn’t you just say that


    the outfit ‘doesn’t have to be too pretty‘?! Shouldn’t my shitty ‘eye for beauty‘ fulfill that requirement of


    yours then?!”


    But she restrained herself. She even forced herself to squeeze out a very dry smile and said, “I


    suppose I will have to trouble you, Mr. R- Shields.”


    There were so many gowns here that Larissa waspletely dazzled. She had never ever had


    difficulty in choosing anything before, but now that she had experienced this, she did.


    She drifted between the rows of clothes, feeling that they were all so nice and pretty, and she did not


    know which one she wanted.


    Kevan, on the other hand, was more decisive than her. He just looked at thetest designs from the


    current season and picked the one he thought was pretty. He removed the item in question from the


    clothes rack and draped it over his arm.


    Soon, he had a píle in his arms.


    “Try these,” he said to Larissa, who took them from him. Just as she was about to head over to the


    fitting room that was segregated by a curtain, she heard a


    “Ms. Gagher, you can’t go to the third floor! Why don’t you explore the second floor first? We’ve had


    a batch of new arrivals recently, no one has rented them yet!”


    “Why can’t I go up to the third floor?! I’ve only ever chosen clothes from the third floor! Who cares if the


    clothes are new in the second? I refuse to wear anything that


    isn’t haute couture!”


    “But the third floor has been reserved… It was booked several days ago. If you really insist on going up


    to the third floor, could you please wait for a while? Once that customer leaves, I’ll take you up.”


    “Reserved? Who made the booking? How much was paid for it? I’ll give twice that/ amount. Get


    whoever the hell it is down right now!”


    “Ms. Gagher, it’s not an issue of money… We are a business; we can’t be unreliable.


    “I don’t care. I want to go up to the third floor! Where’s Vivian? I’m done with you. Get Vivian out here to


    see me!”


    “She’s styling for the customer now, I’m afraid she doesn’t have time to see you.” “Fine then, if she


    doesn’te to me, I’ll go to her instead!”