"Mistress, these are the dresses that Master McKay asked the brand to send over. Please choose one."
The various stunning dresses were arranged in a line, a sight to behold.
Aubree Groove massaged her temples, saying helplessly, "There's no need to be so extravagant."
Dallyn turned her head, waving her hand, "If the Mistress doesn't like these, we can change them."
"Whoosh." A new set of dresses was brought in, this time they were in a more elegant style, looking a bit more agreeable.
If someone from the fashion or entertainment industry were here, they would discover that almost all these dresses came from international luxury fashion brands, either haute couture or exclusive designs. The sight of these gowns, that female stars could only borrow after pleading and begging, the weapons they use to compete on the red carpet, woulf drive them insane. Now, these gowns were all arrayed like a parade of flowers, waiting for the young lady's favour.
Isn't this the ultimate dream?
