"Who is she? A wedding dress designer?!" Clarence Simons curiously asked, staring at the slender figure who was leaving the grand hall.
"Yes, Lucy Benn, a famous wedding dress designer from France." Tara Summer sat down and took a sip of the clear tea on the coffee table.
The tea was brewed with lychee fruit, giving it a faintly sweet aroma. It was made by Henry Taylor, refreshing and never too rich to the palate no matter how much one drank.
"Lucy Benn?!" Clarence Simons narrowed his eyes slightly, disbelief flickering in his gaze. "Is she really Lucy Benn?"
"You know her too?" Tara Summer smiled, thinking that men like them wouldn't know about wedding dress designers like Lucy Benn.
However, seeing Clarence Simon's surprised expression, could it be that he knew her!?
"I've heard of her…" Clarence Simons reassumed his regular composure, but the surprise remained in his eyes.
His words were light-hearted, but in reality, it was more than just having heard of her.
