Arabella Vanderbilt glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing.
Joel Russo approached the walk-in closet, casually scanned the selections, and then pulled out a set of clothes to bring out.
"Wear this one."
"Okay," Arabella readily accepted the clothes without hesitation and headed to the changing room.
Before long, Arabella stepped out fully dressed.
In a dark blue, knee-length blazer with cropped trousers—elegant, refreshing, and professional.
Arabella loved Joel Russo's taste; what he prepared for her was always the most suitable for her, not something that required her to dress up deliberately to conform to a style that wasn't hers.
A piece of clothing that fits well can often fill a person with confidence!
"Your taste... deserves praise," she commented generously.
Joel Russo couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile, seeing her brimming with confidence.
"Yes, that's why I chose you."
Arabella nodded, "Have you eaten breakfast?"
"No."
