Catherine's eyes lit up, and her weary body and mind were immediately refilled with energy.
She jumped down from the chair, her slender waist swaying as she clacked across the floor in high-heeled slippers to the maids.
Her eyes sparkled as she admired the garments one by one.
Byron had said that once they returned this time, he would have Violet take charge at the headquarters and bring Catherine back to their homeland to be granted her title.
Naturally, Catherine had been preparing early on.
All the pieces before her were the masterpieces of the great fashion designers from the capital of art in the Old Continent, Peridot.
To prevent the embarrassment of noble ladies wearing the same dress at social occasions, they were all unique, custom-made pieces; the clothes were beautiful, and their prices even more so.
When she first heard the prices, even Catherine, used to living frugally, had felt a pang of pain.
But those designers reasoned convincingly:
