The day of the launch came and everyone became preoccupied with getting ready themselves. Clara, on the other hand, kept receiving letters and about the things she needed to do for her protector.
She’s running out of time to decide and she’s still not sure if she’s ready to leave Tristan without saying goodbye, she sighed before looking at herself in the vanity mirror.
Tristan called some makeup artists a while ago to get ready as they left dresses for her to choose what she wanted to wear.
“Hm, maybe I’ll go with the white off-shoulder long gown,” Clara mumbled before slipping into that dress, having a hard time zippering it up to close it.
She glanced at the door of her bedroom to look for help and noticed that Tristan just arrived while fixing his necktie.
“H-Hubby!”
