Mabel Quinn walked into the store and mentioned Kyle Kinston's name. The manager personally came out to welcome her; she was a stunning woman in her forties, smiling warmly as she said, "Miss Quinn, Mr. Kinston has already left the gown you'll be wearing tonight at our store. Please head to the dressing room to change."
Mabel originally thought she would be picking out a gown in the store, but she didn't expect Kyle had already purchased one and left it there.
The store's dressing room was large, divided into several different sections. The manager presented a gown to Mabel; it was a pale purple gown, the upper body made of pearlescent fabric with a thin layer of icy gray tulle on the lower half, looking airy and filled with a dreamy, gentle aura.
"This is haute couture from France, which just arrived this morning. Mr. Kinston truly put a lot of thought into it for Miss Quinn," the manager said with a smile.
