♤ Dress code 7
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Mr. Marshall smiled meekly and looked at her. Flora was feeling him to be clear as mud.
"Miss Caddel, I previously tried contacting you to inform you about something related to the gathering," Marshall stated and turned the car to the left.
"Oh my!" Flora tried to regain her memory, and those numerous calls struck her mind. She looked at her phone while she clicked her tongue. She found out that her phone was in do-not-disturb mode. She immediately turned off the option, curled her lip, and breathed in and out.
"I am sorry, Mr. Marshall," she expressed and couldn't face him for what she had done.
"No, that's alright. I am sorry too, Miss Caddel," Marshall spoke and took a glimpse of Flora.
"Sorry?" Flora questioned and looked at Marshall.
"Yes, I actually didn't inform you that the gathering had a kind of dress code. So I thought to inform you, and I got your number and did make calls. Also, by the time I could reach the manager or receptionist, you had vacated," Marshall stated and once again looked at Flora to check her expression.
Marshall wouldn't have minded much, but he didn't wish Flora to stand aside, and anyone could make her feel different in the gathering. After all, it's a high-socialite people's gathering in the end.
"Oh. Do not trouble yourself. I'll book a cab for myself and get back to my room," Flora responded as she believed that nothing could be reversed now.
"Change of mind, Miss Caddel?" Marshall questioned while lowering the car's speed.
"No. As I don't suit the dress code set, I believe I should leave. It wouldn't be a good idea to be out of the box here at this moment," she explained and smiled to ease the situation.
"I apologize for the mistake, Miss Caddell But I still request you for a favour. Wouldn't you try doing that?" Marshall's tone was soft and low-lying. His voice said that he was absolutely guilty about what he had caused.
"Please be informal, Mr. Marshall," she expressed and smiled.
"What? Good at giving back, Miss Caddel!" he commented with a hint of a chuckle. This made Flora chuckle too.
"Just easing it, Mr. Marshall! Say, what do I do for you?" she asked and looked at the road in front while adjusting her bracelet a bit.
"Till I know, the gathering is yet to catch fire, and so we can simply shop for a dress that's black or golden in colour," Marshall stated, turned the car right, and halted it in front of an arcade. As she heard the colour, she looked at her dress and hummed.
Flora was a prospect actress, and her family was reputable and earned well, though not like the Godfreys. She had all the liberty to turn her wishes into reality. As Flora was always in a close-knit world, she didn't express much interest in money and objects. She had several sweet memories with her family, and now she is twenty-three, wishing to hold a good career in acting. She was holding a good qualification in herbal medicines.
As the car halted, they both got down and walked into the shop. They both were welcomed by an assistant, and soon Flora was made to see several designed attires. She kept seeing some bodycon, princess cut frock, A-line frock, yoke frock, wrap dress, tea-length dress, and whatnot. They were all combined black and golden or just black and golden.
However, Flora didn't prefer the collection and was upset, but finally, in the name of trying to be helpful, Marshall pointed at a mannequin. Flora looked at it, her lips parted a bit, and she turned her gaze to Marshall.
What is it? Just a dress?
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