Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 4

This was the same price tag for a dress from an international designer and was clearly overpriced. However, the design wasn't inferior by any means. It was said that the dress was designed more than three years ago, but it still looked beautiful.

Sean briefly glanced at Abigail dispassionately with his hands in his pockets and said casually, "Just as long as you like it. We'll take it." Then, he passed the card to the shop assistant. "Swipe it straight away. There's no password needed."

Filled with excitement, Joan gave him a huge bear hug. "Sean, I love you!"

Abigail looked away with an inexplicable discomfort in her chest. Just as she expected, a dress that was more than a million was peanuts to Sean. As long as it was something that Joan wanted, he would give it to her without any second thoughts.

So, Abigail nodded and gestured to the assistant next to them to process the payment. Yet, the assistant refused to take the card and cast her an anxious look instead.

How could she sell this dress? This was the dress Abigail designed for herself!

It would be a lie if Abigail said that she could part with it, but since she was getting divorced and there wouldn't be any wedding for her, so what was the point of keeping the dress? Therefore, she chuckled lightly and said, "Didn't Miss Smith already say that only a dummy will miss out on a deal?"

Furthermore, they would be making money out of Sean, which she would consider a fantastic deal. After that, only then did the assistant begrudgingly process the payment. Meanwhile, Abigail brought a stool for herself to retrieve the dress from the glass display window.

When it was time to try on the dress, Joan pointed at Abigail. "Will you help me put on the dress? I don't need anyone else."

Abigail reflexively stole a look at Sean. Is he going to let his yet-to-be divorced wife help his seamlessly integrated next wife try on a wedding dress? He'll only allow it if he's an idi—

Before the thought even finished running through her mind, she heard Sean say tenderly, "Sorry to trouble you, then."

He stood under the shadow of the spotlight with his hands in his pockets. Light poured over half of him while the other half was covered in darkness, which made him look exceptionally tall. His features were elegant with a touch of regality and indifference that deterred others from approaching him.

Abigail sneered inwardly as a thoughtful smile spread across her face. "This is no trouble at all. It's part of my job." Trying on the dress is my job and handing over the marriage as well.

He threw a look at her from the corner of his icy eyes, and she interpreted it as a warning look. So, she held the wedding gown in her hands, gestured at him, and put on a professional, soft smile. "Don't worry. I'll be sure to serve your wife the best I can."