My Extraordinary Wife

“You’re welcome.” The girl pointed at her badge. “I’m Halley.”

Halley took her down a secluded alleyway and entered the backstage of the awards ceremony.

There were several dressing rooms exclusively for the huge stars backstage. Naturally, it would be impossible for a newcomer like Naomi to have a designated dressing room. Hence, when she saw Halley push open Isabella’s dressing room door, she was stunned.

“Halley, it’s okay. I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to enter Ms. Rayner’s dressing room.”

She didn’t want to get too involved with Isabella.

“It should be fine. We’re just here to use the air conditioner. There are so many dressing rooms, but only Ms. Rayner’s door is unlocked. She’s a friendly person, so she shouldn’t mind,” Halley said with a smile.

Naomi hesitated for a while before finally stepping into the dressing room.

She stood in front of the air conditioner, and the strong chilling breeze made her uncomfortable.

was done and was about to leave, the dressing room door was pushed

walked in wearing a sapphire blue gown with long wavy hair, and Nessy followed

“Ms. Nolan, what are you doing in my dressing room? Did you think a newcomer like you is equal to someone as big

not many cameras from the media, so Isabella

conditioner.” Naomi was neither humble nor arrogant. “Thanks for the air conditioner. I’ll

soon as she spoke, she

quickly apologized to Isabella,

her makeup, and turned around to

she opened the door, she heard a scream of excitement coming from the outside. It was her assistant’s voice. “Oh

for Isabella? After all, I heard Isabella’s boyfriend is…” Another staff member spoke but didn’t finish her sentence as if she wasn’t worthy to utter

three classy women walked into the corridor. The woman in the

looked out of curiosity and noticed the famous designer, Rosalind Webber, the female designer who created the gown for the president’s wife to travel abroad for

the president’s wife. That’s a dress you can’t buy with money. This collection only has two sets. The president’s wife is wearing one, and the other is still unowned. That’s not possible. Even if Mr. Webber dotes on me, there’s no way he could get a gown of such quality for me, right?” Isabella was in disbelief. “Webber