John Tygerson, seemingly oblivious, instead shouted towards the entrance:
"Mr. Bennett Jr,, what brings you here again?"
Patrick quietly whispered to Marigold: "This elderly gentleman is quite mad. Will the clothes he makes turn out well? Should I take you to another shop for customization?"
"Mr. John Tygerson, I have also come to request your assistance with this matter."
Unexpectedly, a young, familiar, and seductive voice rang from the doorway. The crisp sound of leather shoes echoed from behind, startling Patrick. He turned around and was greeted by the handsome and upright Brian.
Marigold's long-frozen face finally revealed a slight smile. "Brian, why have you come? I-I happen to be trying on wedding dresses..."
She didn't want Brian to feel embarrassed, but Brian strode over to her, took her hand, and gently kissed the back of it.
