"Claire is taking a shower, Mom. I don't want her to wear the clothes she was wearing before, do you have some new clothes? Maybe it will suit Claire, at least for tonight," said Devan.
Hearing that, the corners of Seira's lips twitched, "Even though you two will be getting married soon, are you so impatient like this?" Seira muttered with a sigh as she shook her head.
Devan just smiled, stroking the nape of his neck that didn't itch.
"Okay, I'll bring some clothes for her," said the middle-aged woman and then walked away.
Devan chuckled, then went into his room waiting for his mother and Claire to finish bathing.
Only a few minutes later. Mrs. Seira came with several maids. There were several dresses of various colors in each hand of the maid who was with her.
"Put it there," said Mrs. Seira while pointing at the table in the room.
"Okay, madam."
"If finished, clear the bed," said Mrs. Seira again giving orders.
