Pete went upstairs to read.Nora sat on the sofa in the living room.

Lisa wasn't here yet, but she instead saw Lucy, the housekeeper, coming in with someone who looked like some kind of manager.

Lucy said, "Great timing, Ms.Nora.They've brought the new season's clothes over, so you can pick some for yourself."

As a top-class wealthy family, the Smiths ordered custom- made clothes every season.

Of course, as a daughter of the Smiths, if she wanted to buy more clothes herself, then that would be a separate matter.

Representatives from high-end custom brands came to the Smiths every season to let them pick what they wanted from the designer styles.

Behind the manager were a few service staff members.

Each of them was holding fabric samples for the clothes, as well as a thick magazine featuring various styles of clothing for the ladies of the Smiths to choose from.

When the manager saw Nora, he immediately respectfully handed over the magazine he was holding and said, "Please have a look first, Ms.Smith.”

Lucy said, "I'll go and notify Ms.Yvonne and Mdm.Maureen."

They were the only other young women living in the manor .

From Quentin, the third son, all the way to Louis, the sixth son, none of them were married yet.

Previously, when Hillary, Mia's mother, was still living with the Smiths, she would also come over to pick clothes from the catalog.

However, now that Joel had driven her out, there was one fewer person in the family that was part of the process.

When Yvonne was going downstairs after being notified, she paused slightly and stood on the spiral staircase when she saw Nora and Maureen, who were seated in the living room.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at Lucy.

When they were choosing clothes in the past, Florence would never ask her to go downstairs.

She would always take the manager straight to her room and let her have her pick first.

It was only after she'd had her pick that she would then let Maureen and Hillary choose from the remaining styles.

Yet, not only was Lucy asking her to go downstairs now, but she was actually even allowing Nora and Maureen to choose ahead of her?! Yvonne became even more furious.

She felt especially angry when she saw how Maureen and Nora were huddled together and looking at the magazine like close girlfriends.

The intimacy between the two of them was completely different from how they treated her.

her gaze and suddenly

sat on the one-seater

presented

conversations while she looked

dress is gorgeous! And it even makes one

"...Oh! “ Nora said.

featuring this season's red dresses when she heard

color, so there were generally relatively fewer

know since a long time ago

always deliberately pick the attractive red designs first, and leave two

to let Maureen know who

But now…

and remarked, "Nora, this red dress suits you

she was pointing to was the most unique and prettiest one of the

had already had her eye on it a

was taken aback, looked

dress was indeed

"Doesn't it look great?"

in a smile and she said, "I'll let you pick first since this is your first year

let' s see if Maureen would still get along with her! Yvonne

Maureen after she

the light in her eyes had

sat upright, coughed, and turned over the page where the red dress was on the magazine she

she had

going to be

good a relationship they shared, it was nevertheless still

could easily estrange

at them, Nora said in alow voice, "Yeah, that dress is certainly

Yvonne was thrilled.

enough, she saw Maureen

suppressed her fondness

a little forced, but she still said to

as if she had convinced herself about it, she resumed her usual bighearted demeanor and said, "Besides, true red gives one a lot of presence,

little more generous? Yvonne

was simply too

always looked at her as if she had just

her, she actually got over it? Was this the difference between someone who had blood relations to the family and someone who didn't?! 1 She was still thinking about it furiously when Nora said, "No, it's okay.The dress suits you

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