CHAPTER 62

Fisya was pensive for a moment in front of the wardrobe, looking at the dresses she had one by one. Everything is still good and usable, especially since Regan also often gives her new clothes. It's just that she didn't know where Regan was taking her, she wasn't sure what style to wear tonight.

Regan's invitation was so sudden, she didn't even have time to prepare herself to choose the clothes and everything she would wear tonight. She sat back pensively, staring blankly at her clothes, which were still neatly arranged untouched.

She wanted to ask Regan, but the man said he'd be ready somewhere else and would pick her up later. She really felt frustrated, she really wanted to wear a t-shirt and jeans this time–she thought.

In the midst of her confusion, there was a knock on the door from outside. "Who?" asked Fisya while fixing her towel.

“I am Marie, madam. Mister Regan asked me to help you get ready.”

The woman could finally breathe a sigh of relief, at least Regan was helping her