Mary Perryne took one look at the dress and instantly felt it was tailor-made for Viola Thompson.
Viola's figure and temperant were incomparably fitting.
But the sales clerk disagreed.
After all, when the designer created this dress, it was designed according to the most perfect body proportions.
Not just Moira.
Even international models had co to try it on.
But it was either too big or they couldn't fit into it.
There were those who did manage to get it on, but after the designer's review, if they found the temperant not sufficient, casting the person in a dull light, they would refuse to sell it.
This led to the dress being in existence for nearly a year and still not sold.
Moreover, there were many people as confident as Mary Perryne.
But only when they actually put on the dress did they realize that they were not worthy of such a high-end garnt.
Mary Perryne looked at the clerk and asked, "How much is this dress?"
She had the air of soone poised to buy it on the spot.
The clerk smiled and said, "Madam, this dress currently doesn't have a price tag. Moreover, our designer has stipulated that only those who can fit into this dress are qualified to purchase it."
At this, the clerk paused and added, "Furthermore, after putting it on, it still requires our designer's review. Only if the temperant ets the standards will our designer agree to sell it."
Hearing this, Mary Perryne frowned slightly. So many rules just to buy a dress?
However.
The dress was indeed beautiful.
Mary Perryne looked at the short-haired clerk, emphatically saying, "Don't worry, my daughter will definitely fit into it. And with my daughter's temperant, she can surely bring out the perfect state of this dress."
Like all mothers in the world, she believed wholeheartedly in her daughter.
In Mary Perryne's eyes, Viola Thompson was a uniquely stunning beauty.
So captivating and charming.
The short-haired clerk maintained a polite smile upon hearing this.
"I'm really sorry, madam, but we need to have your daughter co and try it on, then the designer will evaluate and set the price."
"Do we have to go through this process?" Mary Perryne frowned slightly.
The short-haired clerk nodded, "Yes, madam."
"Alright then," Mary Perryne nodded.
A mont later, Mary Perryne said, "Then I'll send a ssage to my daughter to co right over."
"Okay," said the clerk. "In the anti, you might want to look at the other styles of dresses we have in our store."
With such a beautiful dress in front of her, how could Mary Perryne take interest in other styles?
After all, precious gems were before her.
Mary Perryne declined, "No, thank you. I just want this one."
The short-haired clerk frowned subtly.
Judging by Mary Perryne's deanor, she knew this custor couldn't afford the other styles in the store.
No money to browse a luxury boutique?
A waste of ti and life.
A look of disdain flickered in the short-haired clerk's eyes.
While waiting for Viola, Mary Perryne sat on the sofa looking down at her phone.
At that mont, another long-haired clerk approached the short-haired clerk and whispered, "Is that your custor?"
"Yes," the short-haired clerk nodded, her eyes full of scorn, "A pauper, insisting that her daughter can fit into Su's Human Angel. She's waiting for her daughter now."
Su was the na of the designer.
Human Angel was the na of the pink dress.
When Su designed the dress, it was made for the girl who was the closest earthly embodint of a fairy, hence the fit and temperant requirents were extrely strict.
If anyone could wear this dress, then she was a true Human Angel.
Therefore.
A saying beca popular in the entertainnt circle.
If anyone could fit into the Human Angel, then she would beco the next red-hot top influencer.
The long-haired clerk smiled, "How many people have tried on the Human Angel in our store to date?"
"Probably... several thousand?" the short-haired clerk said.
The long-haired clerk pulled out the store's tablet, "Wrong! A total of 108,000 people. Among them, almost half of the female celebrities in the entertainnt industry."
Moira was just the most famous of all the female artists.
That didn't include the female artists who ca secretly to try on the dress, unable to let go of their idol baggage.
No one was willing to admit their talent was not enough for perfection.
"Tsk," the short-haired clerk squinted her eyes, "you have no idea how confident that woman is. If soone uninford saw her, they'd really think her daughter is so kind of fairy!"
The long-haired clerk laughed, "Haven't we encountered this type of person often in so long working here?"
They should have gotten used to it by now.
The short-haired clerk couldn't be bothered with Mary Perryne anymore and beckoned the store's intern, "Sherry, co here for a mont."
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