The D-Day of the MG's fashion show was on set. The Gonzalez house was busy with servants moving to and fro, while the family members prepared hard for the day in Miguel's absence. The latter was busy at his company while they awaited the elite guests for the show.
Cecilia was in her room when a maid knocked on the door. "Come in, the door isn't locked." She said as she kept glancing at the green dress on the bed.
The maid opened the door slowly to avoid the creaking noise as she bowed at the sight of Cecilia. "Miss, the young master assigned me to be of help while you get ready for the event."
"Young master?" Cecilia muttered under her breath with a questioning look on her face. Who was the young master she was referring to when Miguel was absent? "You mean, Marco?"
The maid nodded in affirmation. "Yes, miss. Shall we get you dressed?"
