Aubrey's POV
I woke up early, feeling refreshed and ready to tackle my first day as the chairwoman of Carver's Corp. As I stretched, one of my assistants, Camellia, stepped into my bedroom, a bright smile on her face. "Good morning, Young Lady Aubrey," she said, her voice warm and cheerful.
I got out of bed, yawning, and began my morning routine. I walked over to my extensive wardrobe, where rows of designer clothes hung from gold plated hangers. Each garment was a limited edition masterpiece, carefully designed by the world's top fashion designers. The soft glow of the wardrobe lights highlighted the intricate details of each piece, making it difficult to choose one.
I scanned the racks, unsure of what to wear to make a lasting impression on my first day. The colors, textures, and patterns danced before my eyes. Elegant black evening gowns, sleek business suits, and vibrant cocktail dresses.