"It's my wedding. Can't you consider my request once?" Yun Jiaqi pleaded but the designer pressed a smile and shook her head.
"Sorry, Ms. Yun. We can't go back on our set rules. I really appreciate that you like our design and us, but your request is something we can't accept." Cheryl, the lead designer of Sophistique Cove spoke, rejecting Yun Jiaqi straight.
"But …"
"Ms. Yun, there would be no use in making any request at the moment. Four out of five orders are already taken by the store. While two of them belong to you and your fiancé, the other two are also given by a single customer and her designs are all prepared. And in fact, she is also here for trial today. Now, if you want to order a piece tailor-made then you might not be able to twin it with Mr. Su. I guess it won't be suitable for you."
