Sophia was reluctant to talk to her mother. However, she still continued the conversation since Eloise had mentioned it.
She shook her head. "Nope, but she looked similar. The woman I saw seemed to be in her early twenties. She wore plain clothes, and looked clean and pleasing to the eye."
'So, Jackson basically has a type when it comes to women...'
Upon listening to this, Eloise paused and continued to cut her steak. "Then copy their style. Men are visual creatures, so they'd subconsciously notice things that they like."
"There's no way I'd do that again. Do you think I wasn't embarrassed enough by being a failed copycat?" Sophia lost her appetite when she remembered how Jackson had insulted her the other day.
"I think I should wear whatever I think suits me. Some clothes are just made for people with uniquely good skin."
