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.

outside, wrapped in a blanket. Then, Luna closed the door and threw 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

on her thimble and sat on the bed to start working. "Breathe. Think of

after seeing a pretty young woman

red carpet. Have you forgotten today's task?" Luna helped Abigail adjust the

bold modification by cutting off the part with wine stains. Bowing her head to pluck the feathers from her dress, she sewed them to Joan's dress while removing the strap. Then, she used the scraps to create two pointy ears at the chest. Soon, the original high split maxi dress was now a cat-inspired feathered short

mysterious, and she looked

heard the commotion and came here to look

with a hum. When he saw the bright 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,

venue. She could not help but wonder, Does he know that those two are Alana and her assistant?