Chapter 1612


    As the maid Sarah poured tea, she couldn''t help but marvel silently at the array of sketchesid out on


    the table. "They''re so beautiful." she whispered to herself.


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    Once she set the teapot down and stepped back, she leaned in to whisper to Edith, "These designers


    are incredible, aren''t they? Toe up with so many styles in such a short time, and each one is just


    stunning."


    It was beyond her sense of beauty. She knew that one couldn''t find such exquisite designs in any


    department store.


    "Without powerful strength, how can they attract clients?" Edith whispered back. "The designers you


    see here, they don''t just serve any client. Money is not enough. They look at the family''s influence.


    Take BT for example, Mr. Collins has to spend two million dors a year just to keep this slot."


    Sarah gasped, nearly jumping out of her skin. Two million dors? And with seven or eight brands


    represented here, the household must be spending tens of millions annually on haute couture alone.


    It wasvish and shocking.


    "These dresses are so expensive. I can''t even imagine owning one. Edith, tell me, do people really


    spend that much money on clothes?" Sarah asked, her disbelief evident.


    "You''re new to this world," Edith exined. "Globally, there are about three thousand haute couture


    clients. They''re either from the billion-dor club, royalty, or wives and daughters of prominent


    politicians and celebrities. What seems expensive to us is just a drop in the bucket to them. Clothes for


    festivals? They wear them just once."


    "Just once?" Sarah''s eyes widened in shock. "All that time and money on a dress, only for it to be worn


    once? Isn''t that wasteful?"


    "Well, the wealthy, especially during Halloween, love customizing all sorts of bizarre costumes. They''re


    also worn just once – the next year it''s all about who can be more creative. No one wearsst year''s


    costumes."


    Sarah couldn''t wrap her head around it. "But the stores have beautiful ready-to-wear collections from


    brands, with designs perfect for celebrations, all for a fraction of the price of couture. And if they don''t fit


    perfectly, they can be tailored. Why wouldn''t Mr. and Mrs. Collins choose ready-to-wear? It''s so much


    more convenient and affordable."


    Edith gave her a knowing look. "True blue bloods rarely go for ready-to-wear, except for everyday wear.


    For significant events, it''s always couture. You might not understand this now, but once you''re part of


    that world, you''ll see why it''s necessary."


    Sarah realized she was living in the same vi as Keh and Louisa, yet it was as if they inhabited


    different worlds.


    "Edith, you know so much." Sarah suddenly felt like she had been living under a rock.


    "You''ll learn, in time," Edith reassured her softly.


    Just then, Keh approached his daughter Arabe, holding a tablet. "Be, Designer Rory drafted


    some suits for me. Take a look and tell me what you think." He passed the tablet to her.


    "And about our family outfits, would that be too childish?" Louisa chimed in, handing over another


    tablet, "Designer Eudora has also created a few just for me. Do you think they''d suit me?"


    "Let me see, Dad." Arabe took the tablet, expertly navigating the design software, swiftly tweaking


    the suits to an even more impressive level.


    Rory watched, his eyes widening in disbelief. Arabe had effortlessly improved upon his designs,


    elevating them to a whole new level.


    Was she studying design? She seemed college-age—maybe a freshman? Yet, she was so proficient


    with design software.


    With her talent for design, Rory wondered if she would consider joining BT.