Luisa’s POV

As soon as I walked in, before even having a chance to kick off my high heels, I suddenly heard an elderly voice behind me, questioning.

"You've been shopping again?"

I turned around, looking at my husband's tired face, a hint of disgust crossing my mind.

"Yes, Alexander, as you know, our daughter Rebecca has been invited to attend her first gala as a model next month, and I need to prepare an eye-catching outfit for her."

With a standard smile, I walked over to Alexander's side, ...