The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 862

The receptionist maintained her professional composure.

She had dealt with countless aristocratic heiresses and socialites; this minor actress wasn't going to intimidate her.

"Well, is she done yet? Did she buy it? If she hasn't decided, go up there and ask! I'm in a hurry!" Jocelyn had a shoot that afternoon and couldn't afford to waste time.

The receptionist's polite smile never wavered. "The guests are still upstairs. We absolutely cannot interrupt them."

"If you're pressed for time, Miss Hunter, feel free to browse our other collections, or you can simply wait."

Jocelyn seethed with frustration.

She knew damn well that if an A-list celebrity were standing here, the staff would be bending over backward to speed things up.

She was only being dismissed because she wasn't famous enough and lacked real backing.

She had only asked the receptionist to check, and they flat-out refused.

The disrespect made her blood boil.

Just wait. Once she clawed her way to the top, these snobs would be singing an entirely different tune.

"I only want that one."

In reality, it was her sugar daddy who obsessed over the color white.

He had a very specific fetish, and if Jocelyn wanted to keep his favor, she had to play the part perfectly.

"Then you'll have to wait."

The receptionist offered another perfectly manufactured smile.

Jocelyn was practically choking on her anger.

A moment later, Lisa escorted Claire and Ophelia down the staircase.

"Lisa!" Jocelyn instantly rushed over.

She recognized Lisa as the studio's lead stylist.

Jocelyn had dropped money here twice before and genuinely believed they were on friendly terms.

But Lisa didn't even recognize her.

Still, Lisa was a consummate professional.

She offered Jocelyn a polite smile. "Just a moment, darling."

Lisa was seeing out VIPs, and Jocelyn wasn't foolish enough to throw a tantrum right then.

"Miss Hunter, my receptionist mentioned you were interested in the pearl-embellished gown?"

"Yes. I saw it on your studio's portfolio before I came, and I absolutely loved it. I even called to confirm."

Jocelyn's tone was laced with accusation.

She had called ahead, rushed over, and still missed out.

"I understand, but Eyre Haute Couture operates under specific rules. Our exclusive pieces—like the one you've chosen—are strictly for sale, not for rent."

"Gowns of this caliber are strictly first-come, first-served. Only our elite VIP clients have the privilege of placing them on hold."

Lisa explained it with crystal clarity.

Jocelyn choked, her face flushing crimson.

It was painfully obvious she had no idea how this high-end studio operated.

Let alone that certain dresses couldn't be rented.

"Then can I just buy it?"

"Is the dress still here?" she demanded, desperately trying to salvage her bruised ego.