Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 23

The young woman's voice was gentle and calming, and Abigail secretly applauded the young woman's beauty. "It's fine. You look gorgeous today." Once she finished, the young woman quickly ran forward to lead the way. Although she was running in her dress, she still looked irresistibly elegant. Inside the caravan, she placed the new dress on the bed. When Abigail glanced at it, she discovered it was also one of her designs.

"It seems like you're a fan of Alana," she commented with a smile. "My manager lent it to me," the young woman explained embarrassedly. "Everyone is a fan of Alana." Joan glanced at Luna, her tone somewhat flattering. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Palmer. Your makeup seems unfitting for this dress, and I can help you modify the one you're wearing. I hope you don't mind that." Luna did not let the woman flatter her and put on a professional attitude.

Since it was a borrowed dress, the young woman might have to pay for it now that it was in Joan's possession. Of course, Joan would not mind that and nodded her head.

the dress on the bed before spreading her hands, whispering, "F*ck this! I don't want to modify anything for her. Look how smug she looks. I'm already showing my best manners by not splashing wine on her

and thread from her bag. She put on her thimble and sat on

because of your bravery after seeing a pretty young woman getting bullied? I'm

you didn't get a chance to show it off on the red carpet.

began her bold modification by cutting off the part with wine stains. Bowing her head to pluck the feathers from her dress, she

more mysterious, and she looked more alluring than before. She seemed to like the dress a lot because she repeatedly looked at herself in the mirror. Then, she ran out of the

caravan's entrance. At first, she thought he had heard the commotion and came here to look for her, so she

color of her dress, his eyes became even darker. He raised his head to look toward the caravan and saw a thin figure with a delicate purple butterfly tattoo on her back. With clenched fists, he looked away and ordered Joan, "You head inside

they first entered the venue. She could not help but wonder, Does he know that those two are Alana and her assistant? Is he interested