Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Upon hearing these words, Andrew almost fell off the couch. ‘Wasn’t this straight out of a CEO romance novel? All those books on his shelf weren’t read for nothing!‘ Charles rubbed his temples, not expecting Ms. Zeller to win over her future mother–in–law like this.

Out of the three, Aurora had the biggest reaction. Her eyes were almost teary with emotion. ‘Wow… was she about to have a CEO daughter–in–law?‘ she thought. Her delicate face was filled with warmth as she held Yvette’s hand and gushed. “Yvette, you’re so cool.”

Yvette glanced at the hand covering hers, pausing briefly. Her clear, pure eyes held a faint, misty glow, with a hint of indifference in her brow. “As long as you’re happy,” she replied softly.

Half an hour later, five luxury vans pulled up outside Skyland. The doors opened, and out stepped a man in a white suit, refined and elegant, leading a team all dressed in black suits, each holding a box. Behind them followed a lineup of professional models, more than thirty in total, creating quite a spectacle.

Inside the living room, Yvette, Aurora, Andrew, and Charles sat on the sofa, watching the group change into shoe covers in an orderly fashion. Within three minutes, half the living room was filled with people and boxes. The man in white, leading the group, nodded respectfully to Yvette and politely introduced himself, “Ms. Zeller, I’m Alan, the head of ‘Vibe‘ here in Betrico.” Alan looked at the commanding woman seated on the sofa, feeling a bit more anxious. He thought, “This was someone Ms. Sterling had personally instructed him to treat with utmost care. He wasn’t sure who she was, but he knew she couldn’t be offended and must be treated as a VIP. He also recognized Aurora–Mrs. Chavez from the Chavez family in Betrico, a regular customer at their store. What was the relationship between this woman and Mrs. Chavez?‘ Alan continued, “All of these are the latest haute couture from ‘Vibe,‘ unique and exclusive. Now, is it you or Mrs. Chavez who needs them? To save you time, I brought professional models. They’ll try on everything for you–you just need to sit back and watch Yvette looked calm.

She lightly tapped her fingers on the armrest and nodded slightly. “Yes, begin. Select three models according to her figure,” Yvette said casually. Alan followed her gesture and glanced at the chosen models. Wow, this woman had a keen eye. From what he could tell, these three had almost identical measurements to Mrs. Chavez. It was clear who these haute couture pieces were for. He maintained his professional smile, nodded, and replied, “Understood. Please wait a moment while we get everything ready for the presentation.”

a VIP, she’d never experienced such a treatment at their store. Today, she was truly benefiting

role now was to sip tea and wait. Fashion was something they truly didn’t understand. The people Alan brought were highly professional, and within ten minutes, almost thirty haute couture dresses had been neatly displayed. The three models selected by Yvette were dressed in the latest pieces from ‘Vibe’s‘ new “Floral Dream” collection. As they walked out one by one, everyone was stunned–not by the models‘ looks, but by the dresses themselves. They were dreamlike and ethereal, with pale blue gowns wrapped around the body, paired with white sheer capes that accentuated graceful necklines and prominent collarbones. The gowns, with their flowing, moonlit pleats, exuded an understated elegance and noble aura. The chest was adorned with a scattering of diamonds, and the golden beadwork on the

as she saw the three gowns, her eyes reflecting a subtle gleam. Sienna worked fast; the finished

that she

half hours to present in total, and finally, the last model stepped forward. Alan turned to Yvette and Aurora and said, “Ms. Zeller, Mrs. Chavez, the dresses have all been tried on. Is there any piece you’re particularly satisfied with? We

How could she possibly choose? It wasn’t

and spoke with her usual calm tone, “Which one do you like? Or do you like them

wouldn’t be able to either. It’s too hard!” Charles nodded in agreement–even he, an outsider to fashion,

stood nearby, maintaining a polite smile without rushing them. He had seen this scenario play out countless times. Not just Mrs.

and said slowly, “Why hesitate? If you like them all, just keep

was ridiculous. Having them come to the house was shocking enough, but to take home thirty dresses? If word of this got out, it would be unbelievable. Alan stiffly turned his head, unsure of how to respond. He hadn’t forgotten that Ms. Sterling