Chapter 142
Harper and I had been to this mall before. Once, we wanted to go in and have a look, but as soon as the sales associates saw
our clothes, they wouldn’t let us in.
Only the wealthiest were allowed into these stores, and each store employed a security guard wearing a black suit to stand at
the door. Every store here was for a luxury designer, from Chanel to Hermes to Louboutin.
knew who he was. He had them fit me with a custom-made dress, a pair of hand-made crystal-encrusted shoes, and a complete
makeup set.
He’d brought Camille with us, and her eyes widened when he saw Jackson spending so much money on me.
I endured Camille’s glare; I would have my own price to pay for all of this tomorrow at the office.
After the salesgirl completed my makeup and made sure my dress was adjusted just right, she opened the curtain with a
swoosh.
Sitting on the sofa and looking down at his phone, Jackson
subconsciously looked up when he heard the sound of the curtains being slid open.
The custom-made strapless dress fully displayed Taya’s exquisite figure; it clung to her waist and outlined her perfect
curves.
Perfectly rounded breasts were perky in the dress, and his eyes were drawn to her cleavage.
The exposed skin was so white that it was glowing. There were no flaws at all.
Her delicate makeup made her look refined and elegant, accentuating her lips, eyes, and cheekbones.
However, the look in her eyes was indifferent, with a trace of... despair?
Yes, despair. This was the feeling Jackson felt every time their eyes locked.
He’d finally found the word to describe her eyes. It turned out that she was desperate.
What on earth had happened to her that made her feel so desperate?