Chapter 194

Inside the hall was the fashion designer Anna Vanderbilt’s personal exhibition, showcasing her decades of work. The exhibition featured a wide range of designs, including seasonal wear, casual wear, fashion pieces, high-end custom creations, and wedding dresses. It encompassed clothing for women from childhood to adulthood.

“Anna, Mr. and Mrs. Warner have arrived!” announced the assistant.

Spotting Anna standing at the show’s focal point, Esther observed her elegant black fitted dress, radiating a soft shimmer. Anna’s hair was styled in an intricate updo, revealing a graceful neck and flawless makeup. She wore a valuable jade bangle on her wrist.

Esther couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity as she gazed at Anna, who seemed to feel the same way.

“Mrs. Warner, have we met before?” Anna inquired.

Esther shook her head, responding crisply. “If I had the pleasure of meeting someone as remarkable as you, Anna, I certainly wouldn’t forget.”

Anna’s expression momentarily froze, but she quickly regained her amiable demeanor and asked, “Mrs. Warner, do you like this wedding dress?”

For Anna, this was the most perfect and satisfying wedding dress she had ever designed. She had an underlying obsession with creating a captivating wedding dress that would leave a lasting impression.

“I really like it,” Esther replied, captivated by the breathtaking design and impeccable details. Anna assessed Esther’s measurements and softly suggested, “Would you like to try it on?”

“Thank you, but there’s no need,” Esther declined, aware that she had no use for a wedding dress.

Bradley interjected, gripping Esther’s hand tightly, his expression indifferent as he said, “You should try it on. Wear this wedding dress if you like it, and we’ll take a family portrait together.

Esther hesitated, unsure of the idea.

Smiling, Anna reassured her, “Mrs. Warner, the size of this wedding dress was predetermined. If it fits you, it means it’s meant for you.”

“In that case, I’ll give it a try,” Esther said.

In the face of such an indescribably beautiful wedding dress, nobody could resist its allure, and Esther was no exception.

Accompanied by Anna, Esther entered a changing room, where Anna personally helped her into the wedding dress that she had poured her heart and soul into.

Anna noticed the numerous scars on Esther’s back and the pink butterfly-shaped birthmark on her right shoulder, sparking her curiosity. “Mrs. Warner, has the butterfly-shaped birthmark on your right shoulder always been there?”

“Yes, it’s always been there,” Esther confirmed.

Anna’s slender fingers gently caressed the birthmark, her voice warm as she commented, “It’s a beautiful shape, very distinctive.”

“It’s just a birthmark, nothing special,” Esther replied modestly.

As Anna looked at the butterfly birthmark, her heart raced, and a sense of familiarity washed over her once again. “Mrs. Warner, are you absolutely sure we haven’t met before?”