Eva Nightingale finally walked into a gigantic dressing room.
As far as the eye could see, it was filled with elegant dresses, reflecting a dazzling array of colors under the sparkling European-style crystal chandelier.
Harry North escorted her to the entrance and then politely withdrew.
This dressing room seemed endless, with each dress of a different style, crafted with such exquisite workmanship that one couldn't look away.
Eva Nightingale stood completely stunned.
The maid in the dressing room had been informed in advance, so she showed special respect to Eva Nightingale, "Miss, please try on a dress!"
"All the dresses here are meticulously crafted by top designers. Please choose one that you like."
"Thank you."
"No need to be polite, miss." These were things they were supposed to do.
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Eva Nightingale finally chose a sky-blue dress to wear.
The size was just right, even the three measurements fit perfectly.
