Chapter 2012


    Reba was about the same age as Persephone, naturally sharing moremon topics of


    conversation, like outfit styling.


    Persephone praised her sense of style. A seemingly ordinary top looked refreshing when paired with a


    skirt suggested by Reba.


    "Where did you learn all this?" Persephone casually picked up a bag and nced at the mirror. "Hmm,


    I''ve never worn this since the designer sent it over. I always felt it was too in. Yourbination looks


    pretty good."


    "It''s your inherent charm," Rebaplimented with a smile.


    However, her gaze shifted to the bag in Persephone''s hand—a top-tier international brand. The chief


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    designer had personally tailored it, making it the only one of its kind in the world.


    Owning even one of these unique luxury items in their lifetime would be a challenge for an ordinary


    person. Yet, Persephone had a room full of them. From clothes to shoes to handbags, even various


    scarves, belts, and essories—she didn''t use limited editions but customized pieces, the only ones


    of their kind in the world.


    A surge of jealousy rose in Reba at that moment, much like a weed growing wildly in her heart.


    Persephone, who didn''t possess any skills, merely lucked out with her birth. Without the Hamertons,


    she''d be nothing!


    Why did she deserve all this? Why did she have the adoration of thousands? Why could she make


    Morpheus so devoted to her?


    Reba clenched her fists, nails digging deep into her palms.


    "What''s wrong?" Persephone turned to look at her.


    Reba snapped out of her thoughts abruptly, forcing a smile. "Any instructions, Ms. Hamerton?"


    "I''m asking you which pair of shoes looks better."


    "Oh..." Reba forced a smile. "Are you going on a date?"


    Persephone blushed slightly. "Yes."


    "Is it with Mr. Orton?" Reba guessed.


    "Yeah."


    "Then, neither of these pairs would be quite suitable," Reba said, suddenly pulling out a pair of high


    heels from the closet and squatting before her.


    "These would fit you better."


    "But..." Persephone hesitated. She was naturally active, and these high heels were too decorative for


    her taste. It was something she would only wear at certain formal events.


    The slender straps were adorned with diamonds, and the heels were about four inches high.


    Reba then handed her an off-shoulder dress.


    "Ms. Hamerton, this style goes better with these shoes."


    "But I''m going out with Morpheus. Dressing like this..."


    "Mr. Orton will like it." Reba smirked. "You forgot, I was a psychologist before. I understand people''s


    psychology very well."


    "Is that so?" Persephone paused for a moment, then chuckled. "You may understand psychology, but


    you might not necessarily understand Morpheus."


    Reba was taken aback.


    Persephone''s gaze held a deeper meaning as she took the dress from her hands, casually saying, "But


    your taste is good. I really like this dress.


    "In this case, I''ll follow your lead and wear this outfit to have coffee with Morpheus!"


    Upon saying that, she turned and went into the dressing room.


    After a moment of daze for Reba, Persephone emerged in her changed outfit.


    The high heels shimmered under her feet. She looked like a princess in ss slippers—even the


    sunlight favored her.


    "Let''s go." Persephone smiled at her.


    Reba was surprised. "Me?"


    "Yeah." Persephone adjusted her long hair. "Let''s go together. I''ll introduce you to my boyfriend!"