?Chapter 217:
But now that William had said it, it did start to bug her a little. “Should I go back and change?”
William let out a quietugh. “No need. I’ll take you to get something new.”
She blinked in response. “Right now?”
William nced at the time. “Arriving fashionablyte is the way to go for minor events like this.”
Ste raised an eyebrow.
That was true. As long as she showed up before the whole thing wrapped up, it’d be fine.
They pulled up to a boutique, and William walked in with the confidence of someone who owned the ce. He nced around, then reached into a row of dresses and pulled out a deep red gown, handing it to her without hesitation. “This one.”
Ste looked down at the fiery redce and hesitated. “It’s a bit… much. Maybe I should pick something less bold.”
William raised a brow. “I didn’t choose white for you, did I?” The message was clear—he’d already toned it down.
She had nothing to say to that. With a sigh, she took the dress and went into the fitting room.
The moment she stepped into the gown, she was stunned. The color didn’t overpower her at all. Instead, it elevated her—sleek, elegant, powerful. Like a red rose in full bloom—striking and hard to ignore.
“Ma’am, this dress suits you like it was made for you,” the assistant said with genuine admiration, helping her fit the dress.
Ste gave a polite smile. “Thanks.”
She turned to the mirror and had to admit—even she was surprised at how well it worked.
She had thought she couldn’t pull off a dress like this one. Thest time she’d bought a red dress, it ended up collecting dust after a single wear.
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Out in the main area, William was lounging on a plush sofa, legs crossed, skimming something on his phone. When he looked up and saw her, something flickered in his eyes—just for a second.
“Not bad,” he said casually, though his expression betrayed more than his words.
Ste just gave him a small look, saying nothing, as the assistant guided her over to get her makeup done.
It was already twenty past noon by the time they were finished.
“Your skin is incredible,” the makeup artist gushed. “No visible pores at all! Are you using some luxury brand skincare?”
In all her years working as a makeup artist, she had rarelye across skin like Ste’s—delicate, smooth, with not a single visible pore.
Perfectly bnced, neither too oily nor too dry.
Ste blinked. “I just… wash my face with water.”
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