"I'm sorry, there are too many orders recently. I can't handle it alone. Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Dasher."
The owner of the clothing store looked apologetic.
"I understand. After all, the situation now is really complicated." Dasher shook his head and expressed his understanding, "Miss Asman, you've worked hard these days."
It was a very ordinary exchange between a merchant and a buyer. There was nothing special about it.
Coincidentally … or interestingly, not only were their appearances very similar, even their names — the name of the female owner of the clothing store was also Asman.
But in fact, the female owner of the clothing store was much younger — the village maid, Miss Asman, was in her thirties, almost forty years old. And the one in front of him was probably in her early twenties.
Boss Luo and Miss Maid had quietly come behind the young Dasher.
"Who are these two?"
"These two are my friends!" The young man said heartily, "They also plan to order clothes. Miss Asman, it's more practical!"
"This …" The adult female owner hesitated at this time, "I may not plan to take any more jobs recently because there are too many orders on hand. If I really want to order clothes, I'm afraid I have to wait until three weeks after the Holy Maiden Ceremony. "
"There are already so many orders?" Dasher was surprised.
"Yes, because the orders for the Holy Maiden Ceremony have to be delivered in these two days, other orders can only be pushed back," Miss Asman said helplessly.
Boss Luo smiled and said, "This also proves that there are many people who like the style of this shop."
"Thank you for your compliment, sir." Miss Asman showed a beautiful smile, "I don't know what kind of clothes you want to order? If you don't mind, maybe I can recommend you to other tailors. They are also excellent. "
"We'll just look around," Boss Luo said, "If it's suitable, ready-made ones are also not a problem."
Miss Asman thought for a while and said, "Sir, what style do you want?"
"I plan to participate in a public event, so I want to choose some formal clothes." Miss Maid took over the words and pointed at a few sample designs in the lobby, "I don't know if there are other sizes."
"Two of them have some finished sizes." Miss Asman thought for a while and said, "I can take them out for this gentleman to try … please wait a moment. Mr. Dasher, please wait a moment, Miss Remia's clothes have just been finished. "
The young man was naturally happy at this moment.
At this moment, Miss Asman walked into the shop again … Outside, Boss Luo was chatting with Dasu.
"If that's the case, Miss Remia must have joined the parade today as well. I wonder which route they took. Perhaps we can take a look later. "
"It's a bit far," Dahir said apologetically. "Remia's parade route today is near the academy." Dahir sighed. "And she doesn't have a personal float."
"Oh? Why? "
Dahir said helplessly, "Remia's experience is a little shallow. She just entered the academy not long ago, so she doesn't have any sponsors. She can only share the free float provided by the academy with the other holy maidens. What if she's a senior student? Because some of them participated in the last batch? Although they weren't selected, there will be sponsors this year. And some will prepare in advance … Holy Maiden Ceremony? It's quite complicated. "
This was probably the most common thing. A brother and sister who came from the countryside to the metropolis? They had no one to rely on … Even if they were lucky enough to participate in the Holy Maiden Ceremony, they were full of poverty.
"But it doesn't matter!" The young man quickly cheered up. "Basically, it's difficult for the first-year Holy Maiden to have any achievements. Remia also knows this. We're getting experience for the next Holy Maiden Ceremony. "
Boss Luo suddenly said, "What about you, Mr. Dasher?"
"Ah? I … what about me? "Dasher's expression changed slightly.
Boss Luo said, "I remember you said you wanted to be a member of the Saint's Guard Team … This will also be carried out during the Holy Maiden Ceremony, don't you need to prepare?"
"It's temporarily canceled this year." Dasher shook his head. Then he whispered, "Because of the latter part of the ceremony? It's prepared for Easter. "
"That's really a pity." Boss Luo smiled slightly.
Dasher was stunned, "How can it be a pity, Mr. Luo … You can't say this casually. The security office's inspection today is very strict!"
Boss Luo didn't say anything.
At this time, Miss Asman came out with a pile of clothes … Dasher quickly got the custom-made clothes. Then, he hurriedly left the clothing store with the excuse that he had to go back to report on his mission.
Boss Luo was trying on clothes in the fitting room.
"Usually? It's all men waiting outside. " Miss Asman chatted with Miss Maid, "You're the most perfect woman I've ever seen? It's a pity that I'm too busy with the orders on hand, or else? I really hope I can sew one for you personally, especially a long dress. Miss, you're really suitable for a long dress. "
"In the store? Is it only you, Miss Asman? "
"Yes." Miss Asman nodded, "It's a small business … Although I took over the clothing store from my father, the business is still very good. Business is still okay, but I can't handle it alone. "
"Why don't you hire an apprentice?"
"Few people are willing to learn this." Miss Asman shook her head and said, "There are even fewer talented ones … Maybe I'm picky, so I haven't found a suitable one."
"Actually, the people in the family can also come out to help in the store," Miss Maid said casually.
"I'm the only one left in the family." Miss Asman smiled and said, "A few years ago, my mother was also summoned and returned to the embrace of the Lord."
Soon, Boss Luo had tried on several different sets of clothes.
"Sir, you're like this lady, a natural clothes hanger!" Miss Asman said with an admiring gaze, "You should walk on the stage of the spotlight. Women will scream for you."
"This is probably a terrible thing." Boss Luo smiled casually.
At this moment, he was wearing the last set of clothes. Miss Maid came forward, tidied it up, and said decisively, "This should be the best. Of course, it'll be better if the size of the cuffs can be adjusted slightly. "
"If it's only a slight adjustment, it can be done quickly." Miss Asman probably didn't want to miss this business — maybe because it was a finished product.
"Then I'll have to trouble you." Miss Maid continued to make the decision.
Boss Luo had no say in the matter of clothes.
After Miss Asman took the clothes in to make some changes, Miss Maid and Boss Luo were choosing the buttons on the cuffs at the counter in the lobby.
"No relatives, I heard that Miss Asman is the only one left in the family." Miss Maid said casually, "There's no problem with her age … She looks normal."
She picked up a button, then picked up the boss' wrist and gestured … Probably because she was dissatisfied, she quickly put it back.
Boss Luo looked at the plate full of buttons, he thought this Miss Maid might be able to last for a day.
At this moment.
A car slowly stopped outside the clothing store.
The car door opened and a tall woman wearing sunglasses and a white woman's suit got out … and walked into the clothing store.
The woman took a look at the situation in the store. Her eyes paused on Boss Luo and Miss Maid for a while, and then she went straight into the space inside the clothing store.
"It seems that Miss Asman's business is really good." Boss Luo smiled casually.
…
…
The sewing machine was passed down from her ancestors. Miss Asman was now making changes to the sleeves … Suddenly, Miss Asman seemed to remember something.
She hurriedly stood up and ran to a cabinet at the side. She tiptoed and pulled out a photo album from a pile of books.
She began to flip through — soon, she seemed to have found the photo she was looking for.
She took out the photo, put it on the table lamp, and looked at it carefully — This was an old photo passed down from one of her ancestors.
It was yellowed, blurred, and could be called an antique.
"It's really similar …"
Miss Asman murmured — She would look at these old photos when she was free — many of them were recorded by her ancestors, and some were left by customers.
Occasionally, she could find inspiration from these old things.
Today, she met a woman who she really wanted to make clothes for … Then, she found that this woman was very similar to the model in an old photo left by her ancestors.
Miss Asman turned the photo over, there was a line of words written by her ancestors on the back.
— The Incomparable Miss Jeanne.
She softly read this line of words, her eyes blurred, and murmured, "What kind of perfect woman can make our ancestors praise her like this …"
"Praise, what?"
At this moment, an uncoordinated voice interrupted Miss Asman's thoughts. A tall woman in a white suit walked in — the woman took off her sunglasses.
Her deep blue eyes were as bright as sapphires.
Miss Asman then put the photo away. "Isabelle?"
The tall woman in front of her was the teacher of the [City of Freedom Academy], Ms. Isabelle.
…
"The clothes I asked you to make two days ago, have you finished?"
Isabelle directly sat down.
For Miss Asman, Isabelle had always been a domineering person … Hearing this, Miss Asman smiled bitterly, "How could I dare to neglect your request? In order to fulfill your request, I've rejected the orders of several old customers. I'm going to be blamed. "
Isabelle said casually, "I told you, you can be my full-time tailor, it's much better than you guarding this old shop."
Miss Asman shook her head, "Isabelle, I'm already an adult."
"You're special." Isabelle narrowed her eyes, "I like the clothes you make, just like how I liked you when you were young. And this love can be maintained forever. "
"You can just come to me to make clothes." Miss Asman shrugged, "I've already made the things you want, wait for me, I'll get them for you."
"Wait," Isabelle suddenly shouted, "The two outside, are they your customers?"
"Is there a problem?" Miss Asman suddenly frowned.
"How old are they?" Ms. Isabelle asked directly.
"Don't think about it." Miss Asman shook her head, "No matter how you look at them, they're all adults, right?"
"Why did I only meet them now?" Isabelle sighed with pity, "Time played a joke on me."
Miss Asman seemed to be used to it, saying indifferently, "Time plays a joke on you every day, there are so many beautiful boys and girls in the world, can you really like all of them?"
"I'll increase the rent tomorrow, okay?" Isabelle suddenly smiled.
"You're really …" Miss Asman sighed helplessly, "Evil capitalists."
This clothing store was under Isabelle's name – not only that, over 60% of this entire street was under Isabelle's name.
Not long after, Miss Asman took out some packaged clothes. At this moment, Isabelle picked up the dress that was being modified and tried it on.
She stood in front of the mirror, swaying her body.
"This dress is not bad."
"The guest outside asked for this dress." Miss Asman glared at him.
"I didn't say I wanted it." Isabelle chuckled, her eyes burning as she looked at Miss Asman, "I don't know why, but every time I wear the clothes you sew, I feel like I've become you."
Miss Asman was startled.
Isabelle circled behind Miss Asman, her hands gently pressing down on her shoulders … Isabelle was really tall, taller than Miss Asman by half a head.
"I've become you, or as if you're beside me."
Isabelle gently pressed her cheek against Miss Asman's face, looking at the two reflections in the mirror.
Miss Asman's breathing gradually became heavy.
A voice whispered in her ear, "Actually, a mature Asman … is also very attractive."
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…
As arrogant as a swan … A woman in a white lady's suit walked out slowly with a bag of clothes — she walked straight out of the store, got into the car and left.
After a while, Miss Asman hurriedly walked out with the clothes in her hands.
Perhaps it was because of the high temperature in the room … Miss Asman's face was a little red, her hair and fair neck were a little damp.
"Sorry, a regular customer just came." Miss Asman said apologetically, "Sir, I've finished altering your clothes, do you want to try it again?"
"No need." Miss Servant Girl said coldly, "I don't want this dress … I just want this button."
"Ah?" Miss Asman was stunned, not knowing what to do, "This …"
"This is the compensation for the loss of time, please accept it." Miss Servant Girl threw out a crystal card, "I'm very sorry to disturb your time, Miss Asman."
Crystal card … It was the wish crystal card of the petitioner.
Looking at the young lady's gaze, Miss Asman suddenly felt her heart tremble. She was so stunned that she didn't dare to speak.
From the faint flowing light, the amount on it was probably enough to buy a whole clothing store … Miss Asman was even more at a loss now.
But Miss Maid and Boss Luo had already paid the compensation. They said goodbye and left directly.
Miss Asman sat alone in the store, looking at the crystal card in her hand in a daze … The amount inside was more than she had imagined … a lot more!
"Sigh, why did she leave, I really want to make clothes for her …"
…
…
"Miss, where are we going now?"
On the way, the driver looked at the rearview mirror, asking Miss Isabelle in the back seat … The driver was also a beautiful girl.
Isabelle was about to speak.
"Black … Butterfly?"
The beautiful girl driver was suddenly shocked at this moment … Bang, the car's tires suddenly burst, and then the car lost its direction — In panic, the beautiful girl driver only had time to step on the brake.
However, in order to avoid the following car … the car finally lost control, crashing into the water pump on the side of the road.
Bang —!
The front of the car was directly destroyed … but thanks to the airbag, the two people in the car were not in danger.
Isabelle climbed out of the car awkwardly, but the water pump was spraying crazily at this moment.
Just like a torrential rain, Isabelle who was in a sorry state was instantly drenched … She became even more sorry, like a drowned rat.
"It's really … bad luck."
Isabelle looked at the predicament in front of her, not knowing what to do.
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