Chapter 672
“This is a bit difficult…”
The staff were in a bind. The gowns and wedding dresses the boutique designed for Sophie were all unique, and the Costello family had even bought out the design rights, making it against policy to sell the same design to anyone else.
Nichole was displeased, “What? Is there a problem?”
“Ms. Rowena, Mr. Colby made this custom–made for Mrs. Costello according to her measurements. I’m afraid it might not fit you perfectly. Perhaps you’d allow our designers to create something tailored just for you…”
“But i’ve set my heart on that engagement dress. You either make an identical one or one that’s even more beautiful than what she’s
wearing.”
Nichole was clearly being unreasonable.
The staff around were troubled, and Nichole cast a provocative glance at Sophie.
After the tailor had put away his tape, Sophie slipped on her coat Overhearing Nichole’s remarks, Jenna was nearly fuming. “Nichole really thinks she’s someone important, doesn’t she? What makes her think she deserves a gown more beautiful than you?”
The social hierarchy in Devonport’s high society was clear, with unspoken rules prevalent among the elite circles.
Those of lesser wealth and status were not supposed to outshine those above them in opulence, much like how an employee wouldn’t dare cause offense by dressing more extravagantly than their employer at work.
Yet, there was Nichole, blatantly provoking them!
“Mrs. Costello, I’m truly sorry. Let us take you to our VIP room.”
Noticing the tension between the two parties, the manager decided to lead Sophie and Jenna away.
Sophie calmly responded, “It’s not us who lack manners. Why should we hide?”
Sophie glanced over some expensive fabrics on the table and then told the manager, “Since Ms. Rowena desires a more luxurious
well‘ gown, why not send these fabrics over to her? And perhaps, let her future mother–in–law have a look as
With that, Sophie selected a few fabrics and handed them to the manager
The
manager was taken aback by Sophie’s initiative to help her rival choose fabrics, but since these were indeed the best they had, he instructed the staff to show them to Nichole.
“Ms. Rowena, these are the finest fabrics in our boutique.”
Nichole deliberately asked, “Are they better than what Ms. Sophie is weaning?
“Of course, these are the best quality fabrics.”
The staff exchanged looks, knowing these fabrics were indeed superior to the one Sophie had chosen. But making a garment wasn’t just about the quality of the material. It was also about the fit.
Sophie had picked the most expensive fabrics, but wearing them might not necessarily produce the best effect.
Nichole turned to Bea, asking, “Grandma, what do you think of these fabrics?”
“They’re nice, just a bit pricey.”
Bea eyed the price tags on the fabrics, somewhat reluctant.
The thought of spending so much on fabrics, especially after recalling how Nichole had once deliberately harmed her great–grandson, made her feel it wasn’t worth it.
Yet, they were faced with competition from Sophie and didn’t want embarrasse the Burke family.
“Let’s go with this one then. I really like this satin.”
“Ms. Rowena, you have excellent taste. This is imported pure silk satin.”
Nichole couldn’t help feeling smug at the praise for her taste.