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Chapter 1407
Serena was the first to rise, her morning stillness interrupted by the sight of a maid tidying up the room. It was only upon inquiry
that she fearned her grandmother was coming for a visit.
Apparently, Arabella had received the news the previous night but had kept it to herself!
Damn it!
Was she trying to score sbrownie points with Grandma?
She didn't even tell Serena.
She must be afraid of Serena stealing the spotlight!
Serena's teeth were practically itching with irritation. She checked the opening hours of the nearby luxury shopping haven, which
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtopened at 10 a.m. After gobbling down sbreakfast and grabbing the credit card Martin had given her, she hurried out the door.
The Street was an upscale avenue that had developed more recently. It didn't have the renown of the most luxury street in the
world, but it boasted all the luxury brands one could wish for.
By the tSerena arrived, it was already 10:30 a.m. The first store to catch her eye was QY, a towering three-story fashion
temple with an impressive facade that screamed high aesthetics and status.
Serena felt a pang of discomfort. Why should a brand founded by a mere teenager stand its ground on this street, shoulder to
shoulder with the big international players?
As she eyed the dazzling array of merchandise, she stepped inside, heels clicking assertively on the polished floor.
"Welcto QY! All of us here are thrilled to see you. What can | assist you with today? My nis Jessie, your personal shopping
assistant,’ Jessie greeted with a polite bow, at a forty-five-degree angle.
Hearing the arrival of a customer, the other sales associates also turned and bowed in Serena’s direction, creating a welcoming
atmosphere.
But to Serena, this was nothing more than a ploy by QY to get customers to open their wallets—a far cry from sophistication.
She asked haughtily, “Where's the most expensive section?"
At her words, a few of the other shoppers turned their gazes towards her.
Jessie replied with a smile, "Right this way, please. Our priciest collections are inside. There are three sections: women's to the left,
men's to the right, and lifestyle in the center."
Serena headed to the women's section, her eyes lighting up at the sight of exquisite dresses, stunning heels, and uniquely
designed handbags. She could hardly believe it and asked incredulously, "Were all of these designed by your in-house designers?"
"Every item here is the brainchild of our founder, Queen Abby. There's no other hand in their creation,” Jessie informed her.
"And QY specializes in uniqueness, with only one piece per design. Can your founder handle all that designing?" Serena's tone was
skeptical and even slightly disrespectful.
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Jessie maintained a polite smile, “Our founder is incredibly gifted. Inspiration flows abundantly, so it's not a problem."
“Are they really all her creations?" Doubt still lingered in Serena's mind. Take Arabella's dual role as Melody and the miracle doctor,
for instance. She had to compose music, heal the sick, study, and still found tto flit about in front of her.
Where did Arabella find all the time?
"Yes, Jessie responded courteously, “all designs are indeed personally crafted by our founder, guaranteed authentic"
A mix of awe and envy seeped into Serena as her fingers grazed over one dress after another, each design striking a chord with
her, making her itch to swipe the card and take them all home.
But then she remembered that these were Arabella’s creations. Imagine Arabella’s sneer if she saw Serena wearing them.
Reluctantly, Serena pulled her hand back, forcing herself to look away, to not buy.
Yet her feet seemed glued to the spot. She couldn't even leave the women's section. She kept telling herself it was just window-
shopping, nothing more.
So, she continued to browse, but with each step, she regretted it. Damn it, why did everything have to look so appealing?