Upon hearing those words, Andrew nearly tumbled off the couch. "Wasn't this straight out of a CEO romance novel? All those books on his shelf weren't read for nothing!" Charles rubbed his temples, quite unprepared for Ms. Zeller's triumph over her future mother-in-law.

Aurora reacted most strongly. Her eyes welled with emotion. "Wow… was she about to have a CEO daughter-in-law?" she mused. A warm flush filled her delicate face as she squeezed Yvette's hand. "Yvette, you're so cool."

Yvette briefly paused, her gaze lingering on their clasped hands. A faint, misty glow shone in her clear eyes, though a hint of indifference creased her brow. "As long as you're happy," she replied softly.

Half an hour later, five luxury vans arrived outside Skyland. A man in a crisp white suit, exuding refinement and elegance, emerged, leading a team in black suits, each carrying a box. Behind them followed a line of over thirty professional models, creating quite a spectacle.

Inside, Yvette, Aurora, Andrew, and Charles watched as the team efficiently donned shoe covers. Within minutes, the living room was overflowing with people and boxes. The man in white bowed respectfully to Yvette and introduced himself. "Ms. Zeller, I'm Alan, head of 'Vibe' in Betrico." He felt a surge of anxiety. Ms. Sterling had personally instructed him to treat this woman with the utmost care. He wasn't sure who she was, but she clearly demanded VIP treatment. He recognized Aurora – Mrs. Chavez of the prominent Betrico family, a regular 'Vibe' customer. He wondered about their connection. "These are the latest 'Vibe' haute couture pieces – unique and exclusive. Will you or Mrs. Chavez be needing them? To save time, I brought professional models to assist with the fittings." Yvette remained calm.

She lightly tapped her fingers on the armrest and nodded. "Yes, begin. Select three models with Mrs. Chavez's physique," she instructed casually. Alan, impressed by her discerning eye, noted the near-identical measurements of the models chosen. He smiled professionally. "Understood. Please allow us a moment to prepare the presentation."

Aurora sipped her tea, composing herself. While she certainly wasn't lacking in clothes, or new collections from various brands, she genuinely adored 'Vibe's designs. She thought, 'Despite being a VIP, I've never received this kind of treatment. Today, I'm truly benefiting from Yvette's connections. Even the Clusia head of 'Vibe' came personally!' Her daughter-in-law's influence was undeniable.

Charles and Andrew contented themselves with tea, their roles limited to observation. Fashion was, quite frankly, beyond their comprehension. Alan's team worked with impressive professionalism; within ten minutes, nearly thirty haute couture dresses were neatly displayed. The three selected models showcased 'Vibe's' new "Floral Dream" collection. Each dress, as the models presented them, elicited gasps of awe – not at the models' beauty, but at the breathtaking gowns themselves. Pale blue gowns, paired with white sheer capes, highlighted graceful necklines and collarbones. The flowing, moonlit pleats exuded understated elegance. Diamonds scattered across the chest, and golden beadwork created geometric patterns on the skirts. The ice-blue fabric contrasted exquisitely against the skin. Even Charles and Andrew, captivated by the ethereal beauty, finally understood Aurora's fascination.

Yvette's eyes gleamed subtly as she observed the gowns. Sienna had worked quickly; the finished products were here. Aurora, equally mesmerized, sat straighter, her appreciation unconcealed. 'Who is the genius behind Vibe? Their talent is extraordinary,' she thought.

Alan, relieved by their reactions, knew no woman could resist their mysterious boss's designs. After two and a half hours of presentations, the final model stepped forward. Alan addressed Yvette and Aurora. "Ms. Zeller, Mrs. Chavez, all the dresses have been presented. Is there a particular piece you prefer? We'll tailor it to Mrs. Chavez's measurements and deliver it within three days."

Aurora was torn; she loved each dress equally. How could she choose? It wasn't about the cost, but how could she relinquish such stunning creations?

Yvette glanced at Aurora's conflicted expression, lifted her chin slightly, and spoke calmly. "Which one do you like? Or do you like them all?"

Andrew interjected. "Yvette, these thirty dresses… each one is more beautiful than the last. If I had to choose, I couldn't! It's impossible!" Charles nodded in agreement; even he, a fashion novice, recognized the difficulty of choosing just one.

Alan, maintaining a polite smile, patiently waited. He had witnessed this countless times. Anyone commissioning 'Vibe' haute couture faced this same delightful dilemma.

Yvette's gaze, shimmering with unparalleled beauty, settled on Aurora. "Why hesitate? If you like them all, just keep them."

A stunned silence filled the room. Alan's team stared in disbelief. 'Did she just say... keep them all? That's impossible! No one has ever purchased thirty haute couture pieces at once – getting one is a feat! This is unbelievable. The home visit was shocking enough, but taking thirty dresses? This will be legendary!' Alan hesitated, unsure how to respond. He hadn't forgotten Ms. Sterling's instructions to fulfill Ms. Zeller's requests, but this seemed excessive.

Aurora, equally astonished, was speechless. "Thirty haute couture dresses would cost at least five hundred million—it's not the money, but 'Vibe' would never sell that many at once! If they were willing, I'd gladly buy them, but it's impossible." Aurora frantically waved her hands. "No need, Yvette. How could I possibly wear so many? I've decided. I'll take the purple satin one."

Yvette's gaze sharpened. "All of them."

Alan felt even Sienna would balk at this. He began to protest, "Ms. Zeller, I'm afraid that's not possible…"