The Billionaire's Veiled Love

Mr. Anderson grabbed his office phone the moment it rang. “Hello, Daddy.” The sound of Miranda’s voice softened his face at once. “Hello, Daddy’s princess,” he said warmly, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t worry that pretty head of yours, darling. Brenda found the exact dress you asked for. Still, I told the stylist to bring a few more, just in case you change your mind. Julian will be home by five to pick you up. And Miranda…” He paused, smiling to himself. “Make sure you give them that killing aura of yours. Tonight is important. If I land this MacTac contract, that little mansion you’ve always wanted will finally be yours.” Miranda pressed her fingers gently against her forehead, shaking her head with a faint smile. “I hear you, Daddy. But come home for lunch first.” “I wish I could,” he replied, his tone softening. “I’ve got too much to finish before the launch tonight.” “That’s okay,” she said calmly. “Brenda just arrived with the stylist. I need to do a fitting. I love you, Daddy.” “I love you more, my princess.” The call ended. Mr. Anderson slowly lowered the phone and looked at the thick file lying on his desk. The bold letters on its cover read: MacTac Contract Proposal. He stared at it for a moment before exhaling quietly. “Hello, Priyanka,” Miranda said as she stepped into the sitting room. A gentle smile rested on her lips. “Would you like to join me for lunch while we talk about tonight’s look?” Priyanka smiled back. “Your father booked me for the whole day, so I’m all yours.” Miranda turned slightly. “Brenda, could you please set the table for lunch?” “Yes, miss,” Brenda replied quickly. “Would you like tea afterward?” Miranda shook her head. “No, I’d rather not feel too full before the party.” She studied her. “Have you picked what you’re wearing tonight?” Brenda hesitated, eyes dropping. “I couldn’t pick anything. And… I still have the dress you gave me for my birthday. I haven’t worn it yet.” Miranda lifted a brow. “That won’t do. Set the table, then sit with us and tell Priyanka what you’d like. She’ll style you.” Brenda opened her mouth to refuse, but Miranda gently raised a hand. “No arguments. And don’t worry—it won’t affect your salary. Also, no thank-yous. You say that word too often.” A shy smile spread across Brenda’s face. “I’m very grateful, miss,” she said anyway, before hurrying off. Miranda laughed softly and turned back to Priyanka. “Would you like tea while we wait?” “No, thank you. Lunch will be fine. But first, tell me how you want to look tonight.” Miranda tilted her head thoughtfully. “Simple. Elegant.” Priyanka’s lips curved. “Simple wasn’t part of your father’s instructions. He asked for a head-turning appearance.” Miranda let out a small laugh. “All right then. Let’s follow Daddy’s orders… just add a touch of simplicity.” “Yes, Daddy’s princess,” Priyanka teased. They both laughed. From the dining area, Brenda called out, “Lunch is ready!” After the meal, they moved upstairs to the dressing room. Garment bags hung neatly along one wall. Shoes lined the floor like quiet soldiers waiting for inspection. Priyanka clapped once. “Let’s begin.” She started with Brenda. Brushes swept across skin. Fabric rustled. Pins clicked softly between fingers. When Brenda finally faced the mirror, she froze. Her reflection stared back at her—radiant, polished, almost unrecognizable. Her eyes filled before she could stop them. She turned and rushed into Miranda’s arms. “Thank you, miss,” she whispered, her voice shaking. Miranda hugged her gently. “You’re welcome, Brenda.” Next, Priyanka styled Miranda. Strands of hair were lifted, shaped, and pinned. The gown slipped smoothly over her figure. Jewelry settled against her skin with soft chimes. When Priyanka stepped back, even she paused. Brenda gasped. “I pray nobody’s neck breaks from turning too fast to stare at this princess.” Miranda laughed. “No necks will break, my dear.” “I pray you find your soulmate tonight,” Brenda added playfully. Miranda frowned at her, though her eyes sparkled. “We’re going for contracts, not men.” They burst into laughter. Miranda nudged her lightly. “And what about you? Don’t you want to give a real man a chance someday?” Brenda giggled. “I already have someone.” Miranda blinked. “You mean you’re in love with a ghost?” “The fact that I haven’t met him doesn’t make him a ghost, miss.” Miranda turned to Priyanka. “What do you call someone whose face you’ve never seen?” “A ghost,” Priyanka replied instantly. Brenda folded her arms. “The rules say we can’t share pictures. But if I upgrade my membership, I can meet him in person. We’ll just both wear masks.” Miranda studied her for a moment. “So you’ll finally meet the man your heart longs for… and still won’t see his face?” Brenda hesitated . Miranda’s voice softened. “At least you’re getting paid. If your feelings don’t work out, the money will be some comfort.” She squeezed her hand gently. “Just be careful with your heart.” Priyanka tilted her head. “I think I’ve heard of that agency. A distant uncle of mine runs one two cities away—” A car horn sounded outside. Miranda glanced toward the window. “That must be Julian. Ladies, we should go.” “I can already imagine how beautiful the event will be,” Priyanka said with a grin. Miranda smiled. “If you’d like to attend, I could arrange an invitation for you.” “That’s very kind, miss,” Priyanka replied, gathering her tools. “But I have another client’s dress to finish tonight. I must deliver it first thing tomorrow.”