Chapter 75 Wedding Countdown (4)_1
This is how people in business think; in the face of profit, they only think of themselves.
"Where are we going?" Rachel Bailey asked.
"You’ll know soon enough; it’s a secret for now." Julia Bluen laughed again. When she smiled, her attractive melon seed-shaped face lit up as if bathed in sunlight, dazzlingly brilliant, and her bright apricot eyes would curve into charming crescents.
Rachel Bailey didn’t press further but switched to another topic. The two chatted and laughed all the way as their car sped into the distance.
Twenty minutes later, Julia Bluen parked the car in front of Happiness Wedding Dress Studio. The studio was a five-story building, each floor covering three hundred square meters, and boasted a beautiful and elegant environment. The first floor served as the Reception Room, while the wedding dress displays began on the second floor and above.
Upon getting out of the car, Rachel Bailey saw through the clear, greenish glass windows the pure and beautiful wedding dresses adorning mannequins.
"Julia, wasn’t your wedding dress custom-made?" asked a somewhat puzzled Rachel Bailey. From what she had read in messages and novels, wealthy people always had their wedding dresses custom-made.
"It was custom-made, originally for my sister," Julia Bluen replied. She had already seen the dress, worth millions. It had been specially designed by Milan’s renowned wedding dress designer, Michael Rice-Able, at Glades Horne’s request. The dress was studded with pearls and gemstones, glittering profusely. It wasn’t just lavish; the design was elegant and tasteful, its style dignified yet fashionable. When worn, it showcased both classical and modern beauty—an exquisite wedding dress that combined the finest elements of past and present attire. Apparently, Michael Rice-Able only designed one wedding dress a year. Not everyone could wear his creations, which naturally meant the price was terrifyingly high.