At a high-end café in T City.
A pure young girl in a simple white dress was anxiously watching the café door.
Suddenly, a hurried female figure entered her line of sight. The girl’s furrowed brow finally relaxed, and she waved with a smile, "Isabella, I’m over here!"
Isabella Joanna’s tall and beautiful figure was quite eye-catching in the café. She sat down opposite the girl, took off her sunglasses, and then blurted out, "Becca, I have several more shows to walk today. If you need my help with anything, just say it!"
Knowing that her friend, a famous model, didn’t have much time, Rebecca Quentin didn’t waste any. She took a deep breath and blurted out, "I’m getting married!"
Isabella Joanna was just about to take a sip of coffee. Hearing Rebecca’s words, she froze for a second and placed the coffee back on the table. "I didn’t mishear, did I?"
Rebecca nodded gently.
Isabella Joanna looked as if she had heard a whimsical joke. She crossed her arms and asked leisurely, "Darling, you’re only twenty, aren’t you? You haven’t even grown all your hair yet, and your family’s Old Quentin is already willing to marry you off?" After saying this, Isabella Joanna didn’t forget to sweep her gaze across Rebecca’s modest chest.
Rebecca looked down at herself, comparing her figure with Isabella’s across the table. She then lowered her head in shame and mumbled, "Alright, I admit my figure isn’t as good as yours, but I’ve grown everything I need to."
Isabella Joanna smirked. "Are you sure?"
Rebecca said, annoyed, "...Be serious! My dad says girls have to get married sooner or later, and whether it’s now or later, it’s all the same. Since he found someone suitable for me, he wants to marry me off as soon as possible. But I’m not prepared at all."
Isabella Joanna asked curiously, "Who’s the groom?"
"I think his last name is Geoffrey. My dad says he’s still abroad and will be back tomorrow."
"It sounds like you haven’t even met him?"
"Heavens!" Isabella Joanna feigned exaggeration, adjusting her glasses. "You don’t even know what the groom looks like, yet you’re willing to follow Old Quentin’s wishes and marry him?"
Rebecca answered seriously, "The person my dad chose for me should be good!"
Isabella Joanna was speechless, but she couldn’t help but admit the truth of Rebecca’s words. Rebecca’s father, Alexander Quentin, was a famous businessman in T City. He had been over forty when Rebecca was born, so her life had always been under his protection. Having never truly stepped out into society, she had developed a naive and innocent personality.
Isabella Joanna sighed, took a sip of coffee, and said softly, "In that case, all I can do is congratulate you... So, what do you want my help with?"
Rebecca calmly replied, "My dad says the wedding is next week, but he—Geoffrey—comes back tomorrow. Dad wants me to move to his hotel to spend a few nights getting to know him so that we don’t seem like strangers at the wedding... But I’m so nervous. I don’t know how I’m supposed to act around him tomorrow night..."
After listening to Rebecca’s words, Isabella Joanna almost sprayed the coffee she had just sipped. She stared at Rebecca in astonishment and asked incredulously, "Rebecca Quentin, don’t tell me you don’t even know what men and women are supposed to do at night?"