A perfect combination

"Is she ready?" Irvyn fixed his cufflinks, while asking aunt Suzy.

"Ah, yes, I think," aunt Suzy glanced towards Yvette's room. "I gave her the clothes you gave me for her. She should be ready any moment now."

"I am," Yvette spoke up from upstairs, gaining all the attention on her. Although Irvyn took his time to look at the woman, he was the first to react.

"That's not the dress I got for you."

"I don't like pink. That's why I didn't wear it." Yvette responded, eyes away from the man.

"You should've told me then. And it is one of the finest designs we had last season. Didn't you like our brand?" Irvyn asked her, quite dissatisfied by her response. He took a lot of consideration in choosing this dress for her. And his sense told him, that baby pink would look perfect on her pale skin, instead of the black she is wearing right now.

"First of all, Mr. Collins, I never said I was a fan of the designs your brand produced. It's just, I love to design, and your company seeks for them. That's all. I desire to work so that others can wear pretty clothes, not me." Yvette carefully stepped down the stairs, shiny black heels on her feet, surprisingly enhancing her absolutely fair legs. And only after she came down and stood in front of Irvyn, did she speak up again. "Second, you never asked for my opinion, did you? Quite narrow for an idea, if you always thought that pale colors like this suit someone with pale skin tone."

Irvyn had a shocked look on his face, while he was unable to remove his eyes from Yvette who was shining with pride in the bell-sleeved black shift dress. Looking closer, Irvyn noticed the dress was tailored beautifully, and even though it was an obvious shift dress, which is so highly demanded among ladies of late, the designs, and the ends of the fabric had a unique touch to it. With the wide neckline instead of a high neck like other shift dresses usually have, somehow it looks more appealing than the traditional ones.

"Fine. whatever you are wearing, works fine too," Irvyn gave in, not in the mood to waste any more words, and started walking towards the front door.

"Just a minute, Yve." Yvette was about to tag along behind Irvyn, but Aunt Suzy stopped her in the middle of it. "Young Master, you go ahead, I'll be sending her within minutes."

Irvyn just nodded his head, and went out of the house. And as soon as he did, Aunt Suzy grabbed Yvette's arms, and pulled her upstairs. "Come with me."

Confused, she followed her without saying a word. And soon she found herself in Irvyn's room. "Why are we here?"

"Just a second." Aunt Suzy made her sit down on the couch, and proceeded to look for something in the large cupboard at one corner of the room. Yvette was still very much confused, but she kept mum, and began to look around. The entire room was surprisingly comfortable looking, and quite simple, with a few pieces of brown wooden furniture which are like really essentials. The soft sky blue color inside the room was surprisingly not so Irvyn like. She expected the room to be either gloomy with the monotones, just like himself, or reeking of wealth and eliteness, filled with expensive things.

"That's surprisingly soothing to the eyes, the interior," Yvette remarked, still looking around.

"Right? Young Master has a really soft and simple taste in things like this," Aunt Suzy approached close to Yvette, with a black velvet box in her hands. "Turn around."

"Huh? What?" she asked, even though she did abide by her words, turning around. And soon, she heard a clipping sound of a box opening and closing. Followed by that sound, she felt some unfamiliar weight on her neck, a strange cold feeling along with it.

"What is this?" She tried to look at her neck, but it was something of a short diameter.

"Come here and see yourself," Aunt Suzy grabbed Yvette by her shoulders, and took her in front of the large head to toe mirror in a corner of the room. And then Yvette could finally see it. It was a necklace, beaded with small sized pearls with a little interval of the chain bindings between each bead.

"As I thought, it suits you perfectly," Aunt Suzy gazed at the reflection in the mirror, with a gentle look on her face. "Now you are all ready to go." She grabbed Yvette again, and got out of the room.

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"We are going to be late," Irvyn kept tapping his right leg on the ground, repeatedly looking at his wristwatch.

"We still have a lot of time, sir. And I don't think anyone would say anything to you, even if you are late," Samson replied, noticing how restless his boss was getting.

"That doesn't mean I should give them a chance to talk behind my back, right?" Irvyn spat out, getting quite irritated by the waiting he was made to do. Waiting for something or someone is something he really hates. Those passing moments going by without anything done, as a complete waste of time, is so annoying and fruitless, that's why he prefers to set time for everything. But now, he has to wait for who knows what reason. "What is Aunt Suzy doing anyway?"

"Getting restless by a couple of minutes already? Young Master, you should start practicing to be patient," Aunt Suzy spoke up, while walking out of the house through the front gate.

"That doesn't earn me resources and money, Aunt Suzy." Irvyn signaled Samson to start the car, while getting in himself.

Yvette was taken aback by his response. Even filthy rich people like him are so skimpy on money, she wondered if that was a delusion she was having or a fact. But as soon as she was about to get in the car as well, Irvyn stopped her.

"What is that in your neck?"