The dress, from an international designer, carried the same price tag as others and was clearly overpriced. However, the design was not inferior. It was reportedly designed over three years ago, yet still looked beautiful.

Sean briefly glanced at Abigail impassively, hands in his pockets, and said casually, "As long as you like it. We'll take it." He then passed his card to the shop assistant. "Swipe it. No password needed."

Filled with excitement, Joan gave him a huge hug. "Sean, I love you!"

Abigail felt an inexplicable discomfort. As expected, a million-dollar dress was nothing to Sean. As long as Joan wanted it, he'd provide it without hesitation.

Abigail nodded and gestured for the assistant to process the payment. The assistant refused, giving Abigail an anxious look.

How could she sell this dress? It was a dress Abigail had designed for herself! While Abigail couldn't easily part with it, given the impending divorce and cancelled wedding, she saw little point in keeping it. She chuckled lightly, saying, "Didn't Miss Smith say only a dummy misses a deal?" Furthermore, they would profit from Sean, which she considered a fantastic deal. Only then did the assistant reluctantly process the payment. Abigail fetched a stool to retrieve the dress from the display case.

When it was time to try on the dress, Joan said, "Will you help me? I don't need anyone else."

Abigail reflexively glanced at Sean. Would he let his soon-to-be-ex-wife help his new wife try on a wedding dress? She thought he'd only allow it if he were an idiot.

Before she finished the thought, she heard Sean say tenderly, "Sorry to trouble you, then."

He stood in the spotlight, half his body illuminated, half in shadow, appearing exceptionally tall. His features were elegant, regal, and indifferent, deterring others.

Abigail smiled inwardly. "No trouble at all. It's part of my job," she thought, Trying on the dress is my job, and handing over the marriage as well.

He glared at her, a warning she interpreted clearly. She held the gown, offered a professional smile, and said, "Don't worry. I'll serve your wife the best I can."

L.Moon's changing room was spacious enough for two. Abigail helped Joan into the dress without flinching.

The dress, made to Abigail's measurements, proved challenging to fit Joan, despite her excellent figure, especially the waist. Despite Joan's efforts, Abigail couldn't zip it up. After several sweaty attempts, Abigail grabbed scissors, cut a few stitches at the waist, and finally zipped it.

She straightened the hem, trying to ease the awkwardness. "We'll alter the size later."

Joan checked herself in the mirror. The dress was even more elegant and beautiful than in the display, making her appear sophisticated. She looked down at Abigail, who was smoothing the dress. "How long have you known my husband?"

Abigail paused, stood, and raised an eyebrow. "He said he got the wrong person."

Joan relaxed, less wary. "You're right. He's so busy, he wouldn't have time to befriend a shop assistant." Abigail smiled. Joan added, "It must be tough. Do you get commission?"

Abigail answered perfunctorily while adjusting the belt, "The job is alright, but no commission."

Joan's eyes lit up. "Oh, are you the store manager?"

Abigail considered this before replying, "You could say that." Between herself and Luna, one managed internal affairs, the other external, so she could be considered the manager.

Joan bent down, produced a business card, and said alluringly, "My husband likes Alana's designs and wants to order dresses for me long-term, but only custom designs. Will you help us connect with her? My husband is the president of Graham International; money isn't an issue. I can also get you more customers."

Irony struck Abigail. Does Sean like my designs? Does he know the designer he wants for Joan is the wife he despised for three years?

She didn't take the card, saying aloofly, "Since your husband is so amazing, he should contact Alana himself. Why don't you ask him?"

Joan was furious, not expecting such a rejection from a lowly store manager. Keeping the card, she said sarcastically, "Right. I forgot people of your station wouldn't meet a designer like that." She shoved Abigail out of the changing room, bumping into Sean. Affecting a timid demeanor, she pouted, "Sean, please get someone else. She has a terrible attitude."