The designer waved the white fabric in front of Joy, who chanted with great pleasure and satisfaction, watching the fine embroidered dress flow out on the velvet chairs, placed in front of Joy and Diana.
As Joy remained busy, studying the material and the design, Diana stared at herself in the large floor mirror.
She wore a sleek black dress that had its sleeves up till the middle of her arm, with the entire dress all tightened up around her skin, running till the middle of her thighs.
Diana felt like a chief personality, someone who belonged to a high end executive class.
She had never dressed to sleekly and peculiarly.
She did not enjoy looking so old and specific.
But that was how she was asked to dressed and it was one of many demands that Adrian had put forth for her.
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