“They’re all ads for The Glenn Group’s new collection!”
“Did Emilia plan all of this?!”
All the reporters turned to stare at Emilia.
She just kept smiling, her gaze fixed on Wyatt.
Wyatt’s face was sour, but he stubbornly muttered, “It’s nothing special. Hardly anything to write home about.”
Emilia just lowered her head, still smiling.
Then she turned and addressed the crowd: “Everyone, please follow me.”
The group moved with her, stepping aside to clear the intersection.
This whole block belonged to The Glenn Group—storefront after storefront, all theirs. Across the street, another Glenn Group boutique stood gleaming, its own massive outdoor 3D screen mounted high above the entrance.
The road between the two shops was a dead end, blocked off just past their doors.
At that moment, the screen across the street lit up, synchronized perfectly with the display on this side.
Suddenly, the scene transformed: One side showed a glitzy modern cocktail party, the other a fantastical adventure at sea. In the middle—right where the road ran between—the lights shifted, and the entire stretch seemed to become a vast, shimmering ocean.
“Wow!” The reporters gasped, phones and cameras raised to capture the spectacle.
A soft jingling sound rang out.
Emilia gently shook a small bell in her hand. In one corner, a gemstone-shaped pedestal slowly rose up, illuminated by a swirl of 3D lights.
She held up a sapphire necklace, walking gracefully toward the pedestal. As she reached the center, every spotlight converged on the gem in her hand.
Surrounded by the oceanic projections from both screens, she looked as if she’d stepped straight into a fairytale world.
And the meaning behind the pieces was lovely, too.
Online, conversation was already buzzing—
“All these gemstones match the color of your eyes, plus the ocean theme, and they’re sapphires. Makes me think of that quote: ‘A lover’s eyes are the eighth ocean.’ It’s like that idea come to life—so romantic!”
Back in the real world, Emilia spoke up again.
“Our Blue Collection is all about tranquility, passion, and romance. We invite you to come take a look.”
As her words faded, The Glenn Group’s website simultaneously launched a cascade of images and descriptions for the new line, drawing throngs of people to check it out—and, for those nearby, to visit the store in person.
Emilia, meanwhile, walked back to where Wyatt stood, still looking disgruntled.
She smiled, her voice low and gentle. “Mr. Wyatt, what do you think now? Did it finally make an impression?”

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