My eyebrows furrowed as I scanned the place where he brought me. This is one of the famous boutiques for gowns and dresses. I’ve been here once but it’s been ages.
That was before Dad’s business went bankrupt.
I love this shop, all the gowns and dresses have unique styles and they’re fancy.
I mentioned this shop to Magnus before.
I turned him to my side. “A-what are we doing here?”
“I’m taking you to an event,” he said.
“Event?”
“I need my secretary there and you can’t go looking like that,” he said after I glanced over.
He glared at the designer in front of us. “Just do something simple.”
“Yes Mr. Morrison!” said the female designer.
“What’s your name sister?”
“C-celiza please.” I stuttered. Entering the VIP room that was immediately his question.
“Are you related to Mr. Morisson?”
“S-secretary only ---”
“Oh!”
“Why?”