After fussing over her for half an hour, they finally got her changed into the newly found dress.
Summer Sutton was then escorted downstairs by a few maids.
As she came down, Manuel Ink was sitting on the sofa, seemingly waiting for her.
"Too…" Summer Sutton walked towards him, habitually wanting to call him by her usual nickname, but stopped herself, sensing it might be too disrespectful.
"Mr. Ink!" She changed her address and nodded slightly to him.
The change in address seemed to catch Manuel Ink off guard for a moment.
Turning his face, he looked at her, his eyes flickering with a hint of displeasure.
Summer Sutton hung her face lightly, unaware of his expression.
She stood rather far from him, maintaining a respectful distance every time she met him.
This demeanor made Manuel Ink furrow his brows subtly.
"Mr. Ink, I have something very important that I need your help with." Summer Sutton kept her face lowered, carefully choosing her words.
