Ruiyan's atelier was not a typical retail space; it was a sanctuary of high fashion. Situated in a quiet, upscale brownstone, the interior was minimalist and serene—all polished concrete, diffused natural light, and strategically placed mannequins draped in creations that looked more like sculpted art than clothing. The air was cool, smelling faintly of fine silk and jasmine.
Xueyi was waiting for them. She was a vision of sophisticated power: tall, with severe black hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, and dressed in a perfectly tailored ivory suit. Her confidence was a palpable force, and she greeted Alexander with a warmth that felt professional.
"Alexander, you finally made it," Xueyi said, stepping forward. She offered her hand for a polite bhsimesa handshake, which Alexander accepted with a stiff inclination of his head.
Then, her sharp, dark eyes swept past Alexander and landed on Adrian. Her gaze was quickly softened, her expression into a charming, friendly smile.
