"Let's get to business. Did you bring the Floating Light Brocade?" Grace Winslow ended their meaningless conversation.
Dylan Lockwood nodded, signaling for his secretary to bring the box over.
When the box was opened, the fabric inside was as light as gauze. At first glance, it appeared to be a solid color, but as the light hit it, a thousand shimmering hues seemed to flow across its surface.
Grace took one look and couldn't help but marvel. "No wonder the imperial concubines of old fought tooth and nail over a single dress. If I were in the palace and the emperor gave fabric like this to someone else instead of me, I'd fight for it too."
Dylan Lockwood couldn't help but laugh. "Is that so? Then I'll give it to you. If you like it, pick a piece and have an outfit made for yourself."
Grace refused. "No, that's alright. Let's save it for making the final garments. Just looking at this fabric, my mind is already overflowing with countless creative ideas."
