The staff led them to a private room, which should be Emily Brontë's studio.
She knocked on the door and then said something in French.
Then they heard the people inside telling them to come in.
The French girl pushed open the studio door and gestured for them to enter; "Mr. Ye, please, this is Emily's studio. Please talk."
The staff member bowed slightly and left. Ye Bosen led Xiao Qianqian in and they entered. The first thing they saw was a middle-aged French woman with slightly curly blonde hair that fell over her shoulders. She was engrossed in drawing a design on the table.
"Please have a seat, I'm still a little busy here."
Seeing that she was engrossed in drawing without even looking up, Ye Bosen didn't want to disturb her, so he pulled Xiao Qianqian's hand and sat her down.
This designer is very famous in France; it is said that he has even designed wedding dresses for the royal family.
About ten minutes later, she finally put down her pen, looked at the sketch again, and nodded in satisfaction.
She put down the sketch in her hand, stood up, and took a few steps toward Ye Bosen and the others.
"Are you Mr. Ye?"
"Yes, that's me."
“Mr. Leno called me and briefly explained your needs. You brought your wife here today to choose a wedding dress and take measurements, right?”
"Yes."
"By the way, ma'am, what are your requirements for the wedding dress? What type do you prefer? Do you like flowers? Do you have any special preferences? Please tell me so I can design a unique wedding dress for you based on your needs."
"Do you have any samples here? I'd like to see your samples and then I'll tell you my preferences."
Xiao Qianqian felt that wedding dresses were too complicated, and she needed to learn more about them.
"Of course there are." After saying that, she turned around and picked up several large collections of wedding dress samples from the shelf.
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