Kevan remained expressionless the whole time, and Larissa could not tell what he thought of this gown at all.
Startled, Kevan slowly returned to his senses. “What?” he asked.
Larissa was disappointed. He clearly did not like this gown, so much so that he could space out while looking at her.
“What do you think of this one?” she asked again without much hope.
“It’s alright.” Kevan casually threw down those two words.
It was just as she thought.
Pursing her lips, Larissa said, “Then please leave. I’ll try the other ones.”
“Don’t.” Kevan waved his hand. When he saw Larissa’s confused gaze, he explained with gleaming eyes, “It’s late, just wear this one.”
“Oh, okay.” The financial backer had spoken, so Larissa did not dare disobey. “Then I’ll wait here for Vivian to do my makeup.”
Kevan found an excuse to leave. “I’ll call her.
He did not dare stay alone with her in such a small space. He was afraid…that he could not hold himself back.
With Vivian, she had gone back to the stairs where Karin was waiting for her.
“Sorry, Karin,” Vivian said helplessly. “That customer was rather aggressive, and hoped for no disturbances at all.”
“Then what am I going to do?!” Karin’s temper exploded once more. “I only wear haute couture to attend events–not to mention the number of socialites attending the banquet tonight! I refuse to be outclassed by them! I don’t care, Vivian.” She grabbed her arm. “You must let me pick an haute couture gown!”
“But…” Vivian was in a dilemma.
“There are no ‘buts‘!” Karin could not wait any longer and dashed to the third floor. How am I disturbing them by picking a gown? I’ll take care of any consequences that come from this!”
“Karin, wait!” Vivian could not stop her in time. She stamped her foot in frustration and chased after her.
Karin was prepared to confront the aggressive customer that Vivian talked about, but when she got there, there was no one on the third floor.
“Where’s that customer?” she asked Vivian, skepticism written all over her face as she studied the stylist. “Are you lying to me?”
“Why would I lie to you about this?” Vivian countered quickly. “What good would that do for me?” She turned to observe, it was true that there was no one. There was only one place that people could hide in on the third floor, however, and that is the fitting
The curtain was firmly closed, which meant that someone was inside. But for both of them to be in there… A few suggestive images crossed Vivian’s mind.
“They’re probably in the midst of trying on the clothes.” Vivian pushed Karin and spoke to her in a low voice. “Hurry, take this chance and pick your gown!”
Karin was a little indignant. “Why should I act like a damned thief when picking clothes? I’m a superstar, for goodness‘ sake!”
“Of course, you’re right!” Vivian quickly soothed her, but pulled a pitiful countenance soon and begged, “But have mercy on me, and let me make a living, please?”
“If it weren’t for your sake…humph!” Karin lifted her chin and went over to the clothes rack with the latest season’s haute couture from various luxury brands before going through them carefully.
“Don’t go through them like that!” Vivian kept glancing back at the fitting room to see if there was any activity. She instructed Karin anxiously, “Just scan them and pick any good ones you like. You can go through them in detail downstairs!”
“Fine.” Karin’s finger traced the whole rack. “Bring down all of these!”
Vivian was stunned. “My goodness, please don’t joke around with me like that!
There’s no time!”
However, Karin said primly, “I’m not joking. I think these are all nice. I’ll have to go through all of them in detail.”
Vivian closed her eyes as despair engulfed her.
Just then, the curtain behind them opened.