Chapter 112
There were many dresses in the wardrobe, Moira usually wouldn’t dare to touch them. After all, every one of them looked expensive
She chose a white three quarter sleeved dress. The dress was a new product of a luxury brand that come out this summer. The waist was designed like a belt, and there was camellia embroidery floating on the belt, making it appear thin and small.
The hem of the dress only reached her ankles. There were polden threads embroidered on the sides. In addition to the inner lining, there were two layers outside the dress. The golden threads on the outermost layer and the second layer of the skirt were staggered. When the dress fluttered, it was as if a golden rose was blooming.
The collar was round necked, making the neck of Moira appear long.
She also picked out a diamond pendant necklace from the jewelry box. The diamond embedded in the pendant was not very big, however, it was so exquisite that it accentuated the lines of her neck and collarbone.
Coupled with a retro pink sheepskin handbag from another luxury brand, she looked exquisite, beautiful, and ladylike.
Her hair was tied into a bun with a few strings of hair hanging down. Her makeup was fresh and mature.
It was a pity that her feet had not recovered yet. Otherwise, Moira felt that it would be best if she could step on a pair of pink stilettos.
She spent two and a half hours dressing herself up. When she went downstairs, she happened to bump into Ms. Graham, who was about to get off work.
Ms. Graham carried the kitchen trash and stood by the sofa. She looked at Moira and praised, “Madam, you’re so beautiful today!”
“Really?” Moira was actually a little nervous.
She was not a fashionable person, but she had good taste. Although her outfit might not be outstanding, she would not make any mistakes.
Coupled with her exquisite face, she appeared quite delicate.
Ms. Graham said honestly, “Of course, you look good! When you dress up, you look much better than the celebrities on television! My daughter always says that some celebrity has great skin. If she sees you, she’ll probably know what real gorgeous skin is!”
Ms. Graham was 42 years old this year. She had a daughter who had just entered university.
Her husband had passed away a long time ago, so she raised her daughter by herself. They were very close, and Ms. Graham’s daughter liked to share some gossip with her.
Her daughter liked to talk about celebrities. When she was in high school, she took a photo of a female celebrity and said to Ms. Graham, “Mom, I’m so envious of this celebrity’s skin. It’s simply perfect!”
Ms. Graham had seen that photo. However, she didn’t think the skin of that celebrity was as good as Moira’s.
Moira’s skin was not only pretty, but also smooth.
Ms. Graham almost wanted to take a photo of Moira for her daughter to see. However, she had worked here for half a month and had figured out the personality of the couple.
The male owner didn’t look like he cared about many things, but he actually took things related to the female owner very seriously.
The female owner seemed to be very easy–going and cheerful, but she actually had her own way of handling things.
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Chapter 112
Although Ms. Graham could talk to Moira, she would never dare to ask to take photos of her.
Moira was embarrassed by the praise and thanked her a few times until her phone rang. Ms. Graham then picked up the trash and left.
The call was from Barclay, Although he had only called Moira twice, she had remembered his number.
His phone number included four digits that were the same number. Moira was able to remember it after she spent some time.
She asked. “What’s the matter, Mr. Covington?”
Barclay asked, “Are you ready to go?”
Moira said, “Yes, I’m all set.”
Barclay said, “Come out.”
After hanging up, Moira walked out of the building.
The black Bentley was parked at the door. The car door was already open, and the cold air inside seeped out.
Moira sat down and raised her head. When she saw Barclay looking at her, she subconsciously became nervous and quickly sat up. “Mr. Covington, what do you think about my outfit?”
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