"Miss Yale, all the clothes are pretty. Why don't you let Mr. Cheney take a look?"
Butler Santana is experienced; she knows the saying "beauty is for the one who cherishes it," and the affirmation Jasmine Yale most wants to hear is surely Mr. Cheney's approval.
"He's going to complain that I'm fussing over it again, better not."
Yet, despite saying this, she still called Sylvan Cheney in a moment of indecision.
"Which one looks better, the beige sweater dress in the wardrobe or the burgundy one?" Jasmine Yale looked down at the dresses.
"..." Sylvan Cheney rubbed his brow, "Burgundy."
"Okay!"
Jasmine Yale hung up the phone and quickly dressed in the color he had picked.
By the time she went downstairs, Sylvan Cheney had been waiting for her for quite a while.
Under the sunlight, Jasmine Yale's smile brimmed with joy, and the burgundy clothing made her skin look even whiter.
Such was Jasmine, truly in the most beautiful time of life.
