Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite)
Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Yuna and Alison struck a deal, then Yuna was immediately ushered off to change at backstage.

As she stepped into the dressing room, Yuna's eyes sparkled at the sight. Golden racks were filled with rows of dazzling high-end fashion pieces.

Long gowns, mini skirts, dresses, blouses, sweaters, thermal tops, and even a few blazers.

All were trendy and fashionable, items Yuna had never seen in the shop on the first floor, and they looked even better than what she had initially picked out.

The shop assistant. Neal, casually pulled a dress from the rack and handed it to Yuna, "Try this one on."

Yuna inspected the dress as she took it. grumbling. "Why aren't these clothes on display? If I knew these were available, I wouldn't have chosen the one I did."

Neal glanced at Yuna with undisguised disdain, "These are samples for the models to wear. The real deals are saved for VIPs. We don't display them unless the customer can afford it. Otherwise, even if we put them out, no one can afford to buy them."

Yuna was irked.

Was this guy mocking her for not being able to afford it?

She wanted to blow up at him, but remembering her deal with Alison and needing that dress, she swallowed her anger.

She vowed to herself that once she successfully seduced Frederick, she'd have him take her shopping here.

She'd make Neal bow down and shine her shoes.

Snooty salesclerk.

Yuna felt indignant but took the dress into the fitting room to change. She then joined the other models to showcase in the VIP area on the second floor.

She was brought up as a last-minute addition and didn't have the professional model's stride. Alison had to place her at the end of the lineup.

As the rhythmic music started, the first model confidently stepped onto the runway, showcasing every detail of her outfit to Marguerite.

After watching a few models' performances, Marguerite started to feel nervous.

Why didn't she just say she couldn't afford it? Now she not only experienced high-end service but had them bring out all these models.

Such a big show and she wasn't going to buy anything, she was sure to get chewed out by the staff.

Marguerite leaned towards Frederick, lowering her voice to confess. "Can you make them stop? The clothes are beautiful, but I can't afford them. Even if you sold me, I couldn't afford them." Seeing her anxious face, Frederick smiled lightly. "You think I'd let you pay, huh?"

His voice was pleasant, especially the teasing question at the end, which felt indulgent.

Marguerite felt a little dazed, her heartbeat quickening.

Why was he offering to buy the clothes for her?

Marguerite was puzzled by Frederick's attitude, and she asked hesitantly. "Why?"

"Perfume is essential in the fashion world. As a designer for LuxeScents International, you should care more about your relationship with the fashion industry. Dressing too shabbily will certainly affect the comp Frederick's slightly oppressive tone made Marguerite feel even more embarrassed. She tried to hide her worn-out sneakers and whispered, "But I don't want to owe you."

Frederick looked down on her, "What you owe me is more than just this."

"I know. That's why I don't want to owe you more."

For Marguerite, Frederick's gesture of letting her into LuxeScents International and generously providing her with accommodation, despite her lack of education, was already a significant favor, a favor she coul his extra gifts, let alone spend his money.

Marguerite was already feeling guilty enough, but Frederick seemed to have no intention of letting her off the hook, "You can choose to pay me back."

Marguerite blinked, "How?"

Frederick smiled, "Deduct it from your salary."

What?

Deducting it from her salary?

Marguerite frowned in helplessness, "I'm just an intern; my monthly salary is so little. I can't possibly repay you no matter how hard I try."

Seeing Marguerite's innocent and pitiful face, Frederick felt more amused. He instinctively reached out, gently patting Marguerite's head, "If you can't pay it back all at once, you can keep paying. One day, you' Marguerite was taken aback for a moment, then swallowed nervously, feeling her heart rate quicken once again.

She felt like Frederick's action was a bit suggestive.

Feeling troubled, she quickly pushed Frederick's hand away and turned to watch the fashion show, trying to hide her embarrassment.

But when she turned her head, the last model walked directly in front of her. Marguerite's eyes widened in shock.

Meanwhile, the other person was also staring intensely at her, her eyes widened open. The runway seemed to wobble under her feet as she walked.

Yuna?

How did she become a model?

What was going on?

Marguerite couldn't help but look at Frederick beside her. She noticed that he looked tense, and his entire body exuded a cold aura.

"Miss, all the outfits have been showcased. Is there anything in particular you like?" Alison lined up all the models and approached with a beaming smile. Marguerite's gaze stayed on Yuna

Seeing her reminded Marguerite of all the bullying and insults.

Marguerite remembered Yuna's disrespect towards her grandmother, locked her in the warehouse, and plagiarized her work.

Anger flared up in her heart. Marguerite composed herself and pointed directly at Yuna, "I want to see the details of that dress, have her show it again."