Luisa’s POV
As soon as I walked in, before even having a chance to kick off my high heels, I suddenly heard an elderly voice behind me, questioning.
"You've been shopping again?"
I turned around, looking at my husband's tired face, a hint of disgust crossing my mind.
"Yes, Alexander, as you know, our daughter Rebecca has been invited to attend her first gala as a model next month, and I need to prepare an eye-catching outfit for her."
With a standard smile, I walked over to Alexander's side, my fingers gliding over his shoulder.
"After all, Rebecca is your daughter, and she represents the Obsidian Pack, so..."
"How does Rebecca represent the Obsidian Pack?"
Alexander sneered sarcastically and he shouted at me.
