"Ms. Blackwood, long time no see. What are you looking for? I can recommend something." The moment the three entered, two sales associates recognized Cindy immediately and rushed over, all smiles. But the smiles were only for Cindy. For Darcy and Gwen, the staff clearly couldn't be bothered. Cindy was a regular. She didn't even look at the clothes on display, directly asking the staff to bring her all the store's newest arrivals in dresses. Peering inside, she saw two burly men sitting on the VIP sofa. She frowned. These two clearly weren't here to shop. But being in VIP seats meant only one thing—they were accompanying someone.What kind of person needs two bodyguards to go shopping? Showing off! Cindy just assumed they were some nouveau riche and didn't think much of it, following the sales associate to the VIP fitting rooms. There were two fitting rooms. One was already occupied, presumably by the nouveau riche shopping with bodyguards. The other was empty, and Cindy slipped inside. With the VIP in the fitting room, the other sales associate finally remembered there were two more customers. She pasted on a smile. "Ladies, what style do you like? We just got a batch of new women's wear, exclusive designs by our chief designer. Want to try some?" Darcy turned to look at her. The store wasn't large, focusing on a boutique niche market, so there were only two female sales associates, one tall, one short. The tall one had gone with Cindy to the fitting room.The one speaking to Darcy now was the short one. Darcy did need to buy some spring clothes, so she and Gwen went to look. Gwen was still young. The clothes here were a bit too mature for her. After looking around without finding anything suitable, she stopped. Just then, her family called asking why she wasn't home yet. She went to the entrance to take the call. Darcy picked and chose alone, finally settling on a blue dress. "You can go try it on," the short associate said with a smile, about to take it down. Darcy, on reflex, flipped the tag first. Seeing the price, she froze in shock. Six figures! She turned, a little embarrassed. "Excuse me, are there any discounts now?"The short associate pursed her lips. "No. Our clothes never go on sale." While Darcy's salary wasn't low and she had savings, spending six figures on a single dress was painful for her. She'd never been vain. Things she couldn't afford, she didn't force. "I'm sorry, the price is beyond my budget. I'll pass for now," Darcy told the associate honestly. She was about to ask if there were any more affordable styles, but the short associate directly rolled her eyes and muttered, "If you're broke, why are you shopping?" Darcy took a deep breath. Considering Cindy was still inside trying on clothes, she didn't want to cause a scene. But she glanced at the associate's name tag, silently memorizing the name. Seeing her not dare to retort, the short associate grew more brazen, snorting disdainfully. Just Ms. Blackwood's hanger-on. Thought she was a friend, some heiress. Figures. Dressed shabbily from head to toe, obviously broke. In that case, no need to serve her. The short associate walked right past Darcy and waited by the door of the adjacent fitting room. A moment later, the person from the adjacent fitting room came out. The two bodyguards from the VIP seats also stood up. The short associate immediately beamed. "Ms. Lark, are you taking all of these?" "All of them. Also, those two pairs of shoes. Pack it all," Kaia said, breezy and bold. That voice sounded familiar. Darcy instinctively turned to look. Unsurprisingly, she met Kaia's raised brow and smiling face. Darcy gave her a cool, indifferent glance, her eyes as calm as usual.Kaia, however, curled her lips and pointed at the blue dress Darcy had just picked. "Take that one down for me." "Of course!" The short associate handed her the dress, flattering, "Ms. Lark, your skin is so delicate, blue suits you perfectly. You'd look amazing in this." Kaia smiled, glanced at Darcy, and asked the associate deliberately, "Who would look better in it, her or me?" "You, of course!" the associate answered without hesitation. "You're more slender. It'll look more high-end on you—total goddess vibes." After all, the person in front was the customer, the one spending money. As for Darcy, the associate silently rolled her eyes again. Just a poor thing who couldn't even afford a dress. Kaia chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear, "You're just flattering me. I'm five months pregnant. How could I be more slender than her?" The associate feigned surprise. "Ah, Ms. Lark, you're pregnant? I couldn't tell at all! Your figure is just too good!" "Really?" Kaia held the dress up again. Just as the associate thought she would definitely buy it, Kaia said dismissively—