Steven sighed and patted Jacob on the back of the neck. “It’s okay,” he said gently. “The fact that he’s coming in today means he’s probably done with his work. There will be other chances.”
Naomi knew he was right, but she couldn’t help feeling disappointed.
“Well, have fun. We’re heading off now.”
Steven and Jacob left.
Naomi walked back into the store, feeling dejected.
Patricia had already changed and come out of the fitting room.
Since it wasn't a red-carpet event, she had chosen a very lively short dress.
The poofy skirt design made her limbs look slender and long, exuding a sense of energy. Combined with her usual tomboyish demeanor, the princess-style dress created a surprisingly soft, charming contrast.
Patricia loved it, twirling in front of the mirror with satisfaction written all over her face.
The sales associate knew her cue and lavished praise on the dress.
Patricia had already made up her mind. Seeing Naomi return, she called her over for a second opinion.
Naomi walked over, looked her up and down, and forced a smile. “It’s beautiful. It really suits you.”
Patricia raised an eyebrow. “I can feel the insincerity from here.”
She didn’t press the issue. Instead, she asked the associate to find a stylist to do her hair and makeup, then pulled Naomi to a nearby seat. “What’s wrong?”
Naomi didn’t hide anything and told her about running into her colleagues.
Patricia sighed. “Is that all?”
“Look, we’ll go to the mixer, and when the time is right, you can just slip out.”
“I’ll call a car for you later.”
Naomi’s eyes lit up. “I can leave early?”

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