My five ghostly husbands-Chapter 204 He was an attraction.

"Wife."

His voice was quieter this time, hesitant.

Ruby, still watching the crowd outside, hummed in response.

Karl hesitated, his fingers tapping lightly against his knee. "Wife, I wanted to ask something."

Ruby finally turned to face him. "From me? What is it?"

But before Karl could even open his mouth—

A wave of customers flooded in.

Ruby’s attention immediately shifted, her body moving on instinct.

More customers meant more sales.

The question Karl wanted to ask?

It would have to wait for while.

All of a sudden, another wave of customers flooded into the shop.

Excited chatter filled the air as they browsed through the beautifully displayed robes, admiring the fabric, the craftsmanship, and the unique designs.

And then they started buying.

One after another, robes disappeared from the hangers.

Ruby barely had time to process it as the stock was disappearing much faster than she had expected.

Within minutes, nearly everything was gone.

The only robe left was the deep red robe displayed on the mannequin.

Ruby exhaled sharply, excitement welling inside her.

Originally, she had planned to keep her robes as limited editions, to make them feel rare and exclusive.

But if they were selling this well, why limit herself?

Back at home, Rowan and Eilas were already preparing more robes. They had been sewing non-stop, ensuring there would be enough stock for the next few days.

The festival would last four more days, but today, the day of the Diamond Moon, was the most important.

Tonight, the moon would shine like a diamond in the sky, marking the peak of the festival celebrations.

The remaining days would be simple holiday fairs, where people would still shop but with less urgency than today.

Ruby quickly made her way to her makeshift enclosed area, where she had stored the extra stock.

She lifted the cloth covering the storage racks, revealing neatly folded robes in various colors.

"Karl, help me bring these out," she called.

Karl, who had been lounging but watching the excitement with amusement, immediately stood up and joined her.

Together, they restocked the racks, carefully displaying the robes in a way that would make them look elegant and desirable.

Just as they finished arranging everything, another group of customers stepped in.

Some of them browsed without buying, simply admiring the robes and commenting on the designs.

But others?

They bought two, three, sometimes even four robes at once.

Every sale made Ruby’s heart light up with happiness.

While Ruby was thrilled about the sales and success of her shop, Karl was basking in an entirely different kind of joy.

People were staring at him.

A lot of people.

Every time a customer walked in, their eyes lingered on him. Some pretended to admire the robes but kept glancing in his direction. Others weren’t even subtle about it..whispering to each other while stealing glances at him.

He was being noticed.

Like a star.

Karl’s baby blue eyes sparkled as he sat with a perfect posture, his expression just elegant enough to look effortlessly stunning but not too dramatic to scare people away.

And the best part?

Some of the witches who came just to look at him ended up buying robes before leaving.

He wasn’t just a model—he was an attraction.

Karl leaned back slightly, crossing his legs with a satisfied smirk. "Wife, I think I should become the official face of ORA."

Ruby, still busy counting coins and wrapping purchases, rolled her eyes. "You already act like one."

Karl flipped his short dark hair dramatically. "Hah, of course! The people love me."

Ruby didn’t bother responding. She was too busy selling.

And Karl?

He was too busy being admired.

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The Contrast Between Ruby and Jepsi’s Stores

The festival was lively, buzzing with people moving from one stall to another, eager to grab the best deals.

But while small stalls were seeing constant crowds and steady sales, Jepsi’s high-end store stood apart—luxurious, larger, and undeniably elegant.

Yet...

It was oddly quiet inside.

Jepsi’s store had been designed to look premium, with its premium infused-glass walls and beautifully arranged displays.

But that was the problem.

People came to the festival to find good deals—to buy quality items at prices they normally wouldn’t find elsewhere.

But Jepsi?

Her robes were too expensive.

Her brand catered to wealthy customers, the elite.

And while she did get a few buyers..rich nobles and her regular customers—the foot traffic inside her store was disappointingly low.

Jepsi frowned, arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning the store.

"Hmm. Looks like people haven’t arrived at the fair yet... otherwise, why is there no rush of customers?" she mused.

Her voice was calm, but slightly tense.

She didn’t notice the hesitation in her sales assistant’s face.

The assistant had been watching the crowds outside.

Watching them walk past Jepsi’s store without stopping.

Watching them flock toward smaller stalls instead.

The assistant knew exactly why Jepsi wasn’t getting customers.

But saying it out loud? novelbuddy-cσ๓

She wasn’t sure if Jepsi was ready to hear the truth.

Finally, a customer stepped inside Jepsi’s grand store, and for the first time that morning, her sales assistant let out a breath of relief.

She immediately approached him with a polite smile. "Welcome! How can I assist you today?"

The ghost glanced around, his expression neutral. "Show me your best robes."

The assistant nodded eagerly, pulling out the most expensive pieces—heavy, intricately designed robes with detailed embroidery and luxurious fabric.

But the moment he touched them, his face fell.

His fingers ran over the stiff material, the weight of the fabric too much for casual wear.

He frowned slightly and stepped back.

"I don’t think this is what I’m looking for," he said, turning toward the door.

Jepsi, who had been watching from behind the counter, gritted her teeth.

Another lost sale.

She clenched her fists and took a deep breath, controlling her growing frustration.

"Why don’t you buy?" she asked directly, unable to hide the sharp edge in her voice.

The ghost stopped at the entrance, giving her a weird look.

What kind of seller asked that?

The answer was obvious.

He simply shrugged. "Your robes are too heavy. Too much design. They don’t seem comfortable for daily wear."

And with that, he walked out.

Jepsi stood there, completely confused.

She turned to her sales assistant. "Aren’t all robes like this?"

The assistant hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding.

Jepsi narrowed her eyes.

Something felt off.

Why were people ignoring her store?

—To be continued...🪄

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