Chapter 1013
The fitting room, though not as spacious as a regular room, covered an area of about 70 to 80 square
meters. It was well -equipped, with a bed, a sofa, and a separate bathroom, ensuring the privacy of the
shopâs customers.
Vicky stood in front of a mirror that was as large as a wall and began to assess the wedding dress she
was wearing.
The dress fitted her perfectly as if it had been tailor-made for her.
For a moment, Vicky was amused by her own thoughts.
It did not seem odd that Elijah could order the wedding gown to be tailored to her measurements. After
all, he managed to plan his act so well that he even ordered a completely different gown from the one
made for his exfiance.
Vicky was a fashion designer. Although she did not specialize in bridal dresses, clothing, regardless of
their style, shared certain similarities in their details.
The bridal gown from the Blossom lineup she saw last time was indeed exceptionally beautiful, but it
did not suit Vickyâs temperament and style. The previous dress was more fitting for a sweet and
charming-looking girl, while Vicky had a completely different style. Her appearance was more striking,
and the wedding dress from the Blossom lineup conflicted with her aura, thus was unable to showcase
her advantages to the fullest.
As she looked at herself in the mirror, Vicky felt a sense of surrealism.
When she was with Tyler, she had never worn a wedding dress. At the moment she was merely playing
a part in cooperating with someone elseâs act and did not expect to fulfill her teenage dream of wearing
a wedding gown in the process.
This wedding dress seemed to be the type worn at ceremonies, with a long train and a grand, heavy
design. Vicky had not slept well last night, so she started to feel tired wearing such a heavy gown after
standing for only a short while.
Glancing at the time on the wall, she realized that five minutes had already passed.
Vicky guessed that the attendants would return soon, so she endured her exhaustion and waited for
them to return.
Another ten minutes passed, and the attendants still had not returned.
Vickyâs legs began to feel sore. With the long dress dragging behind her, she walked to the service bell
and pressed it gently.
Just then, the roomâs door suddenly opened.
Vicky thought it was the attendant coming in and subconsciously turned her head, only to freeze when
she saw the person entering. âWhy are you here?â
Tyler was dressed in a finely tailored suit, his tall and upright figure exuding an invisible aura that filled
the space around him. The previously spacious and bright room suddenly felt cramped and narrow due
to his presence.
He looked at her and said calmly, âThe attendant said that Aurora needed me.â
Vicky instinctively tightened her grip on the hem of the wedding dress. âMiss Starling isnât here. Sheâs in
the next room.â
He replied casually, âIs that so? I guess I got into the wrong room, then.â
Despite what he said, he continued to stare at her unblinkingly like a beast that was waiting to pounce.
Vickyâs palms started sweating and she instinctively took a few steps backward. âMiss Starling is in the
room next door. Why donât you go to her, Mister Hart? Iâve already called the attendants and they will
be here any momentâ¦â
Instead of leaving, Tyler closed the door behind him, and Vicky widened her eyes as he approached.
âTyler Hart, I told you that youâre in the wrong room!â She exclaimed.
He studied the panicked look on her face and smiled. âSo what? Itâs not a big deal. Didnât you go into
the wrong room as well last night, Miss Shaw?â
He stood before her and said, âYou look rather seductive in a wedding gown. Itâs quite a sight and it
makes me want toâ¦
â Tyler paused, then lowered his head and whispered the rest of the sentence shamelessly into her ear,
ââ¦take you right here.â