Faye Townsend stood up and twirled in front of him: "What do you think of me as your companion?"
"Absolutely perfect, couldn't be more perfect."
Oliver Turner looked at her and smiled devilishly: "Tomorrow morning, I will send someone to measure you for the gift."
"Then I must respectfully decline."
Faye Townsend gracefully chewed her vegetables, yet her eyes carried a cold sneer.
Now, it was time to do something about her hurt youth.
Oliver Turner did not disappoint her.
The custom-made dress was exactly to her liking.
An off-shoulder black and white checkered miniskirt paired with an egg-sized diamond necklace and a pair of ten-centimeter red high heels was the perfect combination in her eyes.
After applying makeup and doing her hair, she left the hotel carrying a small handbag.
Oliver Turner waited for her personally at the main entrance.