Chapter 1407
Serena was the first to rise, her morning stillness interrupted by the sight of a maid tidying up the room.
It was only upon inquiry that she fearned her grandmother wasing for a visit.
Apparently, Arabe had received the news the previous night but had kept it to herself!
Damn it!
Was she trying to score some brownie points with Grandma?
She didn''t even tell Serena.
She must be afraid of Serena stealing the spotlight!
Serena''s teeth were practically itching with irritation. She checked the opening hours of the nearby
luxury shopping haven, which opened at 10 a.m. After gobbling down some breakfast and grabbing the
credit card Martin had given her, she hurried out the door.
The Street was an upscale avenue that had developed more recently. It didn''t have the renown of the
most luxury street in the world, but it boasted all the luxury brands one could wish for.
By the time Serena arrived, it was already 10:30 a.m. The first store to catch her eye was QY, a
towering three-story fashion temple with an impressive facade that screamed high aesthetics and
status.
Serena felt a pang of difort. Why should a brand founded by a mere teenager stand its ground on
this street, shoulder to shoulder with the big international yers?
As she eyed the dazzling array of merchandise, she stepped inside, heels clicking assertively on the
polished floor.
"Wee to QY! All of us here are thrilled to see you. What can I assist you with today? My name is
Jessie, your personal shopping assistant,’ Jessie greeted with a polite bow, at a forty-five-degree angle.
Hearing the arrival of a customer, the other sales associates also turned and bowed in Serena’s
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direction, creating a weing atmosphere.
But to Serena, this was nothing more than a ploy by QY to get customers to open their wallets—a far
cry from sophistication.
She asked haughtily, “Where''s the most expensive section?"
At her words, a few of the other shoppers turned their gazes towards her.
Jessie replied with a smile, "Right this way, please. Our priciest collections are inside. There are three
sections: women''s to the left, men''s to the right, and lifestyle in the center."
Serena headed to the women''s section, her eyes lighting up at the sight of exquisite dresses, stunning
heels, and uniquely designed handbags. She could hardly believe it and asked incredulously, "Were all
of these designed by your in-house designers?"
"Every item here is the brainchild of our founder, Queen Abby. There''s no other hand in their creation,’
Jessie informed her.
"And QY specializes in uniqueness, with only one piece per design. Can your founder handle all that
designing?" Serena''s tone was skeptical and even slightly disrespectful.
Jessie maintained a polite smile, “Our founder is incredibly gifted. Inspiration flows abundantly, so it’s
not a problem."
“Are they really all her creations?" Doubt still lingered in Serena''s mind. Take Arabe''s dual role as
Melody and the miracle doctor, for instance. She had topose music, heal the sick, study, and still
found time to flit about in front of her.
Where did Arabe find all the time?
"Yes, Jessie responded courteously, “all designs are indeed personally crafted by our founder,
guaranteed authentic"
A mix of awe and envy seeped into Serena as her fingers grazed over one dress after another, each
design striking a chord with her, making her itch to swipe the card and take them all home.
But then she remembered that these were Arabe’s creations. Imagine Arabe’s sneer if she saw
Serena wearing them.
Reluctantly, Serena pulled her hand back, forcing herself to look away, to not buy.
Yet her feet seemed glued to the spot. She couldn''t even leave the women''s section. She kept telling
herself it was just window-shopping, nothing more.
So, she continued to browse, but with each step, she regretted it. Damn it, why did everything have to
look so appealing?