Chapter 135
Audrey’s POV
“Well, Miss Sinclair? Isn’t this fulfilling one of your wishes?” Laurel’s lips curved into a smirk as she twirled in her light blue diamond–studded gown.
I glanced up, ignoring her attempt to get under my skin. “I don’t have such wishes.”
The diamonds on Laurel’s dress caught the boutique’s lighting, sending tiny sparkles across the walls. I noticed how the blue fabric would complement several jewelry pieces from our studio’s collection.
“Are you wearing this tomorrow,
, Miss Rose?” I asked, keeping my tone businesslike
Laurel turned toward the mirror, examining her reflection. She ran her hands over the glittering fabric, admiring how it hugged her figure.
“Blake darling,” she called out, “what do you think about this for tomorrow?”
“Too flashy,” Blake replied softly. “Not appropriate. Try something else.”
Disappointment lashed across Laurel’s face before she masked it with a smile. “Fine.” She pouted slightly, muttering about his lack of taste as she headed back to the changing room.
Thalia glanced at us. “I’ll change too. This isn’t working.” She followed Laurel, leaving Blake and me standing awkwardly in the center of the boutique.
I sighed, exhaustion settling in my bones. After a full day of revising designs, the last thing I needed was to babysit these women through endless outfit changes.
“I thought her dress was fine,” I said, hoping to speed things
Blake kept watching the direction where Laurel had disappeared. “Not suitable.”
Seriously, I didn’t understand his words. Wasn’t Laurel the star of tomorrow’s event? That dress would be perfect.
He turned to me. “You’re coming tomorrow too. Why not pick something to wear?”
I stared at him like he’d suggested I shave my head. “Why would I dress up?”
We’ve been divorced for days, and he’s already proposing to another woman. Now he wants his ex–wife there in fancy clothes? is he missing brain cells?
“Because Tomorrow, you’re the main character,” Blake said, his gaze steady
My irritation spiked. He’s proposing to Laurel but says the main character? Is this sowth, backfire on him?
“You really want me there?” I asked, a cold smile forming.
“Of course.” Blake nodded like it was obvious.
new form of torture? Has he considered that my presence might
He pointed toward a display window featuring a pale pink dress covered in crystals. “That would suit you.”
That’s the style I used to wear. Elegant, refined, demure,
“Are you offering to buy it for me?” I asked bluntly.
Blake met my eyes. “After everything we’ve been through, buying you a dress for an important occasion isn’t unreasonable.”
“Fine.” I raised an eyebrow and pointed to the most attention–grabbing dress in the store – a ruby–encrusted qipao–style gown that blazed like fire against the boutique’s neutral palette. That one.”
Blake wants me at his proposal ceremony, I’ll make sure everyone notices the ex–wife’s presence. Let’s see how they handle that.
Blake’s POV
I frowned at Audrey’s choice. Among the store’s collection of soft pastels, that red dress stood out like a name bold and impossible to ignore.
So red, so eye–catching compared to everything else here.
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woman wasn’t the same
The sight sparked a memory of Audrey at the racetrack, pulling off her helmet, hair flowing in the wind. I suddenly realized this wom composed, gentle Audrey who’d moved quietly through our shared home for years.
Audrey walked to the red dress and checked the price tag before glancing back. “Having second thoughts? Too expensive?”
This has to be the priciest dress in the store,
“I just didn’t expect youd cheese something like this,” I said.
“You dont know me,” she replied with a bitter laugh. “Your surprise makes sense.
She waved over a
sales assistant who carefully removed the dress from its display before following Audrey to the changing room.
Moments after Audrey disappeared, Laurel emerged holding the skirt of a moon–white gown.
“Blake darling, isn’t this too plain?” she asked, turning slowly before me.
I nodded slightly. “It suits you.”
Though clearly not thrilled. Laurel accepted my opinion. Then this is what I’ll wear tomorrow,”
She looped her arm through mine. “I cant wait for tomorrow’s ceremony!”
I studied her excited expression, doubt creeping in. “Laurel, do you know what tomorrow’s ceremony is for?”
A blush spread across her cheeks. Of course I do. Why else would Thalia and I be trying on dresses?
She gazed up at me. “You’ve been so thoughtful. I can tell.”
Her enthusiasm made me uncomfortable. I looked away. “It’s nothing special,”
“It’s more than enough!” Laurel squeezed my arm. “I know how busy you are. Taking time to prepare this surprise means a lot
She winked playfully “The Four Seasons Hotel cake la delicious. I love it
“Michael recommended it,” I said with a small smile.
Since she mentioned the cake, she must know what tomorrow is about
Thelia walked out in a pink dress, joining us in the store’s center.
Thalia, you look gorgeous! Laurel exclaimed.
Thalin’s face brightened. “Really?”
“Absolutely! That pink is perfect on you,” Laurel turned to the sales staff nearby. “Don’t you all agree?”
The employees jumped in with excessive praise.
“Stunning, truly stunning!”
“The pink makes Miss Parker look like she stepped out of a fairy tale…”
“Its not just the dress Miss Parker has natural beauty…“.
The salespeople circled Thalia, compliments flowing until she practically glowed, clearly moments away from reaching for her credit card.
Just then, the door to the opposite changing room swung open, and Audrey stepped out in the red dress.
The store fell silent. Every person who’d been praising Thalia seconds ago now stared at Audrey, words dying on their lips.
The vibrant red made every other color in the room fade to background. It demanded attention, impossible to ignore.
I felt a flash of admiration. How did I never notice how perfectly red suits her?
Beside me. Thalia’s pink gown suddenly looked childish and washed out compared to Audrey’s bold choice. The sales associates who’d been fawning over her
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now couldn’t tear their eyes from Audrey.
Thalia’s expression transformed from pride to fury, as if she’d been dropped from a great height after flying too close to the sun.
She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Audrey Sinclair, aren’t you here to serve me and Laurel?”
Her voice sharpened. “Who gave you permission to try on dresses?”
She looked Audrey up and down with undisguised contempt. “Who do you think you are?”
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