Mrs. Wilson, who had been woken up early in the morning by Maria and was forced to stay here to help her choose her clothes, yawned. She frowned in disapproval at Maria's request.
"Maria, have you forgotten what I told you yesterday?"
Maria subconsciously wanted to retort, but since there were still maids around, she had to shut her mouth in embarrassment.
She did not want these low-class maids to know that her family went bankrupt.
Maria walked up to Mrs. Wilson and said aggrievedly, "But Mother, I need help. If you don't help me, how can I dress up beautifully? If I don't look beautiful, how can I get Master Aren to look at me?"
Mrs. Wilson looked at Maria. Although she didn't want to admit it, Maria indeed didn't look as pretty as Jocelyn.
But what could she do?
Mr. Wilson had not given her money yet. In her bank account, there was only 100,000 USD now, which she needed for daily expenses.