Lawrose and Serayah looked at each other in total disbelief, but they followed her closely as she walked into the center of the room.
"Will you be needing assistance today, Mrs. Hemingway?" the attendant asked.
"Yes," Giselle said, looking around at the vast expanse of sophisticated fury allure. "I definitely need more hands. I plan on being quite thorough."
The attendant raised a hand and signaled. Within seconds, four more attendants came rushing over, standing in a neat line.
"Please assist Mrs. Hemingway with whatever she requires," the head attendant commanded. "Treat her with utmost care."
Lawrose looked at Serayah. "She might actually own it by the time we leave. Is this even real life? Someone tell me I am dreaming"
Giselle ignored them. She pointed toward the back of the sto
