Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 73

“Mr. Winston, I’ll be ready in a jiffy.”

Marguerite was as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof, she plucked up courage and said, “Hang on, don’t go just yet.”

Frederick frowned, “What’s up?”

Marguerite forced a smile, trying to swallow her anxiety, “With all these clothes, I can’t possibly try them all on. I guess I’ll pass.”

Alison smiled, “Don’t worry, Mam. We have professional models here. If you don’t want to try them on, I can have a model with a similar figure to you try them on. That way, you can get a better visual perception of this.”

Alison’s smile was sweet and warm, but it didn’t melt Marguerite’s icy heart. She couldn’t believe this was how the rich went shopping.

Frederick waved his hand at Alison, and his voice indifferent, “Go ahead.”

Meanwhile, downstairs.

Yuna had her eyes on a dress,

She had wanted to emulate the rich folks, and impressed everyone in the room by slapping her card on the cash register and generously saying, “Wrap it all up for me and swipe the card.”

But her moment of glory was cut short when the cashier poured cold water on her parade.

Her card was declined due to insufficient funds.

Yuna was dumbfounded – how could this happen?

The card was from Frederick.

There were hundreds of thousands in it.

Did she blow it all? Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

She asked the cashier to try again, but it was the same story.

What now?

She wanted to wear this dress for Frederick. She was banking on this dress to win him over.

It was her battle gear. She had to buy it.

While Yuna was deep in thought, she had a brazen idea – “Do you guys have a rental service? Can I rent this dress?”

The cashier looked like she had heard the funniest joke ever, “Miss, we are an international luxury brand. We only offer rental services for haute couture dresses, not for daily wear.”

“So you can rent out haute couture, but not daily wear? What kind of business are you running? Who’s your manager? I want to speak to the manager.”

Just as Yuna was raising a fuss, Alison came running downstairs.

“Neal, get the models out here, we have a customer who wants to see how the clothes look on. Quick! This is a big fish.”

Neal who was serving Yuna turned around and asked, “How many models do we need?”

Alison quickly counted, “Twenty. We need twenty.”

Neal listened and tapped his head in anxiety. “We only have nineteen today. Should we call in from other branches?”

Alison was pacing around anxiously, “There’s no time. Time is money and our customer’s time is very precious.”

In her frantic state, Alison’s eyes landed on Yuna.

This lady, her height and figure, were similar to the lady upstairs.

In a pinch, Alison went up to Yuna and asked, “Miss, I don’t know if you could help us out. We have a customer who’s picked out some clothes and wants to see them on the models. But we’re short– staffed, could you give us a hand?”

Yuna sneered, wondering who would have the audacity to ask her to be a fitting model?

She was Frederick’s girlfriend.

Yuna instinctively wanted to refuse, but she suddenly realized that this was a business opportunity.

She raised her head proudly and negotiated directly with Alison, “I can help you, but I need a payment.”

Alison and Neal exchanged looks, worried that Yuna would ask for too much, “How much are you looking for?”

Yuna pointed at the dress on the counter, “Give me this dress.”

Alison looked at the dress and realized that it was the most basic style in the store and not very pricey.

If Frederick bought all the clothes for the lady upstairs, they would make more than the cost of this dress.

Alison immediately agreed, “No problem. The dress is yours, plus a belt.”

“Deal.”