The boutique catered to high-society wives, heiresses, and famous celebrities. The gowns were all exquisite couture pieces, dazzlingly beautiful.


    But even among so many gorgeous gowns, the pale lc one disyed in the center of the showroom was exceptionally stunning, standing out from the rest.


    "That gown?" Women are easily drawn to beautiful things, and Yvonne was no exception. She couldn''t help but ask.


    "That gown is a high-end custom piece for one of our SVIP clients, a one-of-a-kind creation. We''re only allowed to disy it for half a day; the client is picking it up this afternoon."


    the manager exined.


    Yvonne nodded. Since it already belonged to someone, she didn''t dwell on it. No matter how beautiful, it was just a dress.


    Sandra and Yvonne entered the suite, where several gorgeous couture gowns were already hanging on a rack. Sandra had selected them beforehand, and unlike Yvonne''s usual sexy, low-cut dresses, these were all demure and elegant.


    "I''ve already done some research. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson will both be at the banquet tonight. When meeting elders, it''s best to be more reserved." Sandra then seemed to recall something and sighed wistfully. "The first time I met my inws, my palms were sweating with nerves. Thankfully, they were very easygoing and always treated me like their own daughter."


    Sandra had a wonderful rtionship with her husband, and her inws treated her like their own child. There were no petty arguments, no mother-inw drama. Life back then felt unrealistically perfect.


    But tragically, after her husband was murdered, her inws were devastated and passed away one after the other. Such a wonderful family had met such a miserable end.


    That was why Sandra was willing to risk her own life to avenge her husband''s family. After a moment, Sandra shook off her mncholy and took a long white gown from the rack. "This one is nice. Go try it on."


    Yvonne took the gown and went into the fitting room, apanied by the manager.


    Yvonne''s face and figure were both wless; her only ''shoring'' was her youth. In the end, she chose a white princess-style dress.


    It suited her age and temperament perfectly, making her look sweet and well- behaved.


    "Not bad," Sandra said with an approving nod. But then she added, "That lc gown


    in the showroom would also look beautiful on you, though."


    Yvonne just smiled withoutment. She didn''t covet things that belonged to others.


    "I just heard a staff member say that


    custom gown costs over thirty million The skirt is embedded with top-grade diamonds. wonder who could be so extravagant. Its like wearing a mansion."


    Yvonne was standing in front of the full-length mirror and remained silent.


    "Aren''t you curious who ordered it?” Sandra pressed. She was genuinely curious, but knew the boutique would never reveal client information, especially for an SVIP.


    "Whoever it is, it has nothing to do with us," Yvonne replied with a smile, though her eyes flickered with a thought.


    In Istra, Yvonne couldn''t think of any family other than the Thompsons who could be sovish. And that lc gown was clearly not for someone Emma''s age. As for who it


    was for Yvonne didn''t want to think about it.


    Yvonne had her hair and makeup done at the boutique before leaving with Sandra.


    The Thompson Group held a banquet every year. As Istra''s wealthiest family, their event wasparable to a star-studded awards ceremony.


    All the biggest celebrities considered it an honor to get an invitation. The banquet was gathering of


    high society politicians and business magnates, a true nexus of capital.