Silvermoon Pavilion's shop stood on the busiest stretch of Commercial Street in the Imperial Capital. Built entirely from moonlight-white stone, it was understated yet elegant.
Every gown displayed in the windows was a work of art, gleaming delicately beneath the soft lights.
There was no conspicuous sign at the entrance, only a silver crescent emblem set above the door. But to those in the know, that emblem alone represented the finest taste and status on the continent.
Victoria had never been anywhere like this before.
She had grown up in a remote village, and most of her clothes had been sewn by her mother. Even the occasional piece of store-bought clothing had been a luxury.
As a child, she would not even have dared to spare a second glance at a place like Silvermoon Pavilion while passing by, afraid the staff would mistake her for someone suspicious and chase her away.
Yet now, its head steward had personally welcomed her inside.
How on earth did Greg get mixed up with a place like this?
Although that bastard of a young nobleman had kept her from thinking much about it earlier, now that she had come to her senses, Victoria immediately began to wonder.
She distinctly remembered Greg mooching meals off her just a few days ago. How had he suddenly become part of high society-and so rich, too?
Before she could dwell on it, however, a faint lavender fragrance greeted her as she stepped inside, interrupting her thoughts.
The interior was decorated mainly in silver-white and pale blue. Crystal chandeliers cast soft light, several exquisite oil paintings hung on the walls, and plush handmade carpets covered the floor.
Several female attendants in matching uniforms were already waiting nearby. At the sight of Victoria, they all bowed.
"Miss Victoria, welcome to