In just a few days, the court hearing would begin, and the thought of it left Rachel feeling powerless.
When she finally snapped back to reality, she realized the car had stopped at a salon that Jeffrey had brought her to before.
Rachel was taken aback and asked the driver, "Why are we here?"
The driver simply replied, "Mr. Jeffrey is waiting inside."
With that, Rachel said nothing more and got out of the car.
As soon as she entered the salon, the manager approached her with enthusiasm. "You must be Miss Diaz. Please, follow me."
Rachel followed the manager upstairs to a room where Jeffrey was already seated on a sofa.
Next to him, on a clothing rack, hung a beautiful light purple gown.
It was an elegant dress adorned with deep purple and white crystals, giving it a classic and sophisticated look.
"I'm taking you to a party tonight. Try on this dress," Jeffrey said.
"A party?" Rachel blinked in surprise.
