Chapter 152: Chapter 152: New Friends
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Zara Jameson explained to Purple Summers, “Jane McCain’s mother is a famous luxury designer. She has been talented since she was a child and is sensitive to clothes and bags. Don’t mind her. Maybe it’s because of this piece of clothing… um, which brand is it?”
Purple shook her head, “I don’t know.”
Most of her clothes were bought by Alexander Summers. This shirt had a simple design and was comfortable to wear, but there was no label, so Purple didn’t know what brand it was.
“It’s a private tailor-made piece by a master designer.” Jane answered for them.
She touched Purple’s cuff lightly, and confidently said, “No doubt, the fabric is made of the finest Egyptian cotton.”
Then, she glanced at Purple’s lake-blue long skirt, her eyes sharp, “Heavyweight silk, and at least 22 momme.”
“… What?” Purple and Zara looked at each other, completely puzzled.
Jane explained, “Momme is the unit of weight for silk. Anything above 12 momme is considered heavyweight silk. Do you know why Hermes scarves are so expensive?”
Both of them shook their heads together.
“Because Hermes scarves are at least 22 momme, combined with top-notch dyeing and printing techniques, the price is naturally high.”
For those passionate about this industry, these are basic common knowledge. But for outsiders, they still wouldn’t understand no matter how much she explained.
Jane didn’t intend to elaborate; she simply looked up and down at Purple and eventually settled her gaze on Purple’s crossbody bag-
“It’s an eyesore,” Jane frowned slightly, seemingly unable to bear it, “Coarse short plush with 2% synthetic fiber, can’t you just change your bag when you wear this outfit?”
Jane’s expression was unhappy. In her eyes, Purple’s ensemble resembled a gleaming beautiful art plate, but it had a meddling fly on it, which was too irritating.
Zara also looked at Purple’s bag, surprised, “Purple, you brought your myna?”
Zara had always thought that the bird Purple was raising was a myna since crows and mynas look similar.
The little crow poked its head out of the bag.
It had grown a bit, with black, dense, short feathers covering its body. It was fluffy and much cuter than when it had just hatched.
Jane stared wide-eyed, “You guys are really bold, daring to sneak a pet into school.”
Purple fed the little crow a few pizza crumbs and softly explained, “It won’t make any noise. As long as it stays in the bag, no one will find out.”
Jane was speechless.
But as a result, she had an even deeper impression of Purple.
“You need to be careful of the student council members, don’t get caught,” Jane reminded her.
Zara nodded in agreement, “Yeah, especially a girl in the student council with a long ponytail – she’s really troublesome.”
Jane said in a chilly tone, “Which student in this school isn’t difficult?”
She put her arm around Purple’s shoulder and whispered, “Have you seen the girl sitting to the left of our table?”
Purple: “Yes, I have.”
“The one with the round face and curly hair is the daughter of Prosperity Bank’s chairman, and the slightly taller one is the heiress of Hengyuan Real Estate.”
Purple silently took note, as they were indeed too powerful to provoke.
“The ones sitting in front of us are the son of this year’s best director award winner, and the girl next to him, her father is Mayor Carlson of Clearwater City. Plus, the guy in the plaid shirt’s father works at the British Embassy…”
Jane introduced everyone one by one.
In short, Grey International School is teeming with hidden talents.
“However…” Jane changed her tone, mysteriously, “Even if you offended all these people, you must never, ever mess with that one person…”
Which person?
Purple was confused, asking, “Who?”
Zara and Jane almost simultaneously exclaimed: “Ryan Wesley!”
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