Yuliana took Nicole’s jacket from the side and sighed. " This Italian brand is a custom order, right? You can't find another identical piece in this world!”
Nicole was a little surprised that Yuliana did not rush t o knock on Eric's room door, but she also felt that Yuliana was not as frivolous, debauched, and shallow t o chase fame and fortune as she appeared to be.
At once, Nicole's good impression of Yuliana multiplied.
Nicole smiled politely. "Yes. If you like it, I can recommend the designer to you.”
That designer was a famous craftsman in Italy. In the fashion circle, he only made clothes for two people a year. His style and thought process were simply excellent. Each piece of clothing was unique globally.
It was not at all comparable to any big brand.
Yuliana's eyes lit up but instantly dimmed down.
"Nevermind. My clothes are all sponsored, so what I wear is up to others."
Nicole smiled and did not insist.
Yuliana casually handed Nicole’s jacket to Eric, who appeared behind her. "Thanks, Mr. Ferguson."
Eric glanced at Nicole. In less than three seconds, he reached out and took it, then expressionlessly hung it on the hanger at the side.
It seemed like a passing chore.
Xander, who was waiting on the side, looked at the scene in shock. He did not even get to touch Nicole's jacket.
Nicole did not care about this little episode and walked to the other side to take a seat with a clear and cold temperament.
Livia Lehman was next to Nicole, looking at the program. She looked at Nicole and nodded with a smile.
Nicole was just about to speak when a tall figure sat down next to her.
'There are so many seats around, but Eric must sit next to me? Damn it!'
His cold fragrance carried an aggressiveness that was just like him.
If it were anyone else, they would have felt very pressured.
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