Early morning.

Nicole opened her eyes in the warm morning light. It felt so cozy and mellow that she curled her lips into a sweet smile. Someone knocked on the door right on time. A maid asked in a soft voice, “Miss, are you awake?”

Hearing this, Nicole answered in a lazy voice, “Mm… Come in.”

Last night, Grant’s driver brought her to the Stanton mansion.

Two maids pushed in a huge clothing rack and spoke respectfully, “Miss, these are the clothes prepared especially for you. Master and Eldest Young Master are waiting for you in the dining hall.”

Nicole was slightly shocked. ‘Dad is so extra… I bet he wanted to buy out all my favorite brands so that I’m the only one who can wear them…’

There were several pieces of the same style in different colors. Although there was no logo, Nicole could tell from the familiar workmanship and fabric that these were from Prada’s private collection. Some of them were this season’s latest limited edition pieces, so they were invaluable.

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