Chapter 493
Chapter 493:
“And look at this embroidery—a phoenix, beautifully stitched by hand, not printed!”
“Miss Morgan, may I touch your dress?” a lady in a deep blue gown inquired.
Fernanda graciously consented.
The woman delicately traced the fabric and embroidery, her admiration and delight shining through.
“I absolutely adore your dress,” she exclaimed. “Where did you find it? Could you recommend the place?”
“Of course,” Fernanda replied with a warm smile. “It’s from Gibson’s Dress Shop over on Fayhurst Street.”
The lady paused, a puzzled look crossing her face as she tried to place the shop, but then her expression brightened into a warm smile. “Thanks for the tip. I’ll definitely check it out.” The other women nodded appreciatively.
Before they knew it, the conversation with Fernanda had drifted from dresses to a variety of other engaging topics.
Fernanda engaged with them warmly, clearly enjoying the vibrant exchange.
Soon, other guests noticed the lively group and drifted over, curious about Fernanda’s striking dress.
Initially, Fernanda fielded their inquiries herself. Before long, however, the original group of ladies jumped in to answer.
“It’s from Gibson’s Dress Shop on Fayhurst Street.”
“Gibson’s Dress Shop? I’ve never heard of it.”
“Well, you have now, and that’s what counts!”
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“Yeah, haha…”
Fernanda felt a wave of satisfaction at their responses.
Achieving one of her key goals for the evening, she reveled in the successful socializing at the banquet.
Fernanda was aware that high-society women adored beautiful things. Whenever they encountered something they liked, they would share it with their closest friends, who would then pass it along to others.
Instead of relying on advertisements for Gibson’s Dress Shop, Fernanda chose to promote it herself, becoming a living embodiment of the brand.
In less than half an hour, the name “Gibson’s Dress Shop” was already circulating among the socialite circles.
Fernanda felt confident that within days, even those absent from the banquet would hear about it.
Among the group, Judie stood apart, unusually quiet. She lingered on the fringes, silently observing the lively conversations.
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