After all, Hiram Southgate has been in the entertainment industry for a long time, unlike Gabriel Moore, who doesn't understand fashion at all.
He suggested, "Vivian, how about I take you to another store? I think there's a brand store across the street that you might like."
Vivian nodded, changed her clothes, and left.
There was no particular reluctance, as if her earlier fondness was just an illusion.
Perhaps in the past ten thousand years, she had worn down her pursuit of material desires; she's picky, but not particularly fond of anything.
As soon as Vivian entered the store, she took a fancy to a vintage Hepburn-style black velvet strapless dress.
She was all smiles, looked at Gabriel Moore, and pointed to the dress, "I'll get that one."
Seeing her so happy, Gabriel Moore also smiled, of course he was happy.
Even if she bought all the dresses in the store, he would be happy.
