Driving back home, Iris Dalton walked into the living room and found the place packed with items. Piles of brand-new shoe boxes were stacked on the floor, while garments covered in dust bags occupied the sofa. Two maids were busy sorting things out, hanging the clothes one by one onto metal rolling racks.
Kyle Crawford, having just finished preparing dinner, took off his apron, washed his hands, and walked out of the kitchen.
"Miss Iris, you're back. The department store delivered this year's new autumn collections this afternoon. They were personally picked out by the Young Master. They're all perfectly suited for a young lady."
