The door opened and Joye got off first.
She wore a particularly beautiful purple dress today. Her hair was set free and she looked elegant and noble.
Joye turned her head and glanced at Eliza, who was standing at the door of the wedding dress store.
She was wearing a pair of black pants and a white T-shirt. Her hair was tied into a ponytail.
She dressed like a middle-aged woman.
Eliza relied on her own beauty to come to a wedding dress store in such simple clothing.
Thinking of this, Joye sneered.
How could Eliza compete with her?
The position of Miss Chapman should be taken by a noble person like her, Joye.
At the thought of this, she raised her brows haughtily. Her long and narrow eyes swept over Eliza. "What a coincidence."
"We met at the jewelry store yesterday and we met at the wedding dress store again today."
"Eliza, are you following us?"
