The next day, Chloe Sinclair spent the entire day in her bedroom without leaving.
That evening, Ethan Sinclair knocked on her door and told her to come out and try on her gown for the next day.
Chloe Sinclair exited the system, rubbing her shoulders and neck. She called out in response and went downstairs in her slippers.
A black rack stood in the living room, holding several outfits.
The moment Chloe Sinclair came down, Mr. Sinclair said with a beaming smile, "Chloe, take a look. Do you like this gown?"
Chloe Sinclair's gaze fell upon the black rack, where there was only a single, pure-white evening gown.
The gown was identical to the one from her past life. Chloe Sinclair walked over and stroked the tulle of the skirt. "It's beautiful."
She knew Mr. Sinclair had spent a fortune to have it custom-made.
Sure enough, upon hearing her approval, Mr. Sinclair laughed heartily. "Then go try it on and see if it fits."
