"Could I really pull something like that off with my figure?"
Phoebe Huxley was tempted. 'Could I really look good in a dress?'
What woman doesn't want to be beautiful? She was no different. Especially when she saw Phoenix Golding dressed to the nines every day, looking so good in even the most ordinary clothes that men couldn't help but stare. Phoebe Huxley despised Phoenix Golding for it, but at the same time, she was envious. She also wished that one day she could dress up beautifully and make Felix Thorne's eyes pop.
But it was just a fantasy. Phoebe Huxley knew her place. 'Better to just focus on working hard and earning money.'
Lana Steiner smiled, her tone full of certainty. "It'll absolutely work. I'll take your measurements, and when it's finished, I'll have Frederick bring it back. Phoebe, you don't have to make it. I have a bit more free time than you."
