Chapter 972: Suddenly Deciding to Change Their Seats

Sherly Iversen clutched the evening gown she was wearing; she had borrowed a haute couture piece for the occasion today.

A haute couture gown comes with a hefty price tag.

Prices start in the hundreds of thousands.

Slightly better ones can cost over a million.

For instance, the haute couture she wore was worth over a million, and she had been extra careful not to spoil it lest the brand sought compensation.

Now, Sherly Iversen was too anxious to care about that, her gaze fixed firmly on Nathalie Quinlan and Candice Yancey in the front row.

She looked left and right but didn't recognize Candice Yancey and couldn't contain her impatience. She turned her head, lowering her voice to ask the person next to her.

"Do you know the person on the left side of the first row?"

Worried that her neighbor might not know who she was referring to, Sherly Iversen, with a flush of embarrassment, dryly asked, "The one sitting next to that girl, talking."