"Hi, are you looking for swimwear?"
Mermaid & Moon.
This was the swimwear shop Ye Sheng had highly recommended, right in Hyde Park. Its customers generally fell into two groups. One was family members of University of Chicago faculty and staff, who came to buy vacation swimwear before winter; the other was student couples, girls dragging boys along to choose bikinis, the boys practically wishing they could glue their eyes to them. Of course, sometimes there were tragedies involving eyes glued to the wrong person.
The University of Chicago's autumn quarter had ended, and Jennifer was working here as a part-time sales assistant. Her student loans were a considerable burden, and to land a job at this upscale swimwear shop, she had to have the looks and bearing to match.
But the two people who came in still left her stunned. They stepped out of a silver Bugatti Veyron. The boy was Asian, his hair a little long, his skin fair and beautiful without a single blemish. Was this really skin a man should have? Jennifer was astonished. She felt as though she had met Dionysus.
Dionysus, the god of wine, was holding a little girl's hand. The girl had platinum-blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, Eastern European features, and skin as white as porcelain. Her features were so exquisite they seemed unreal. Apart from her chest, her figure was incredible, as though an adult woman had been forcibly scaled down to the size of a fourteen-year-old girl.
The two stood in the doorway with the light streaming in, framed by the door like the cover of a top fashion magazine, radiating wealth and refinement. Jennifer's gaze sharpened. These two old-money customers had to be served well!
"We need swimwear for diving training," the boy said in fluent English with a hint