Lena
Julian's personal shopper arrived around 3 pm, and I was dragged to try on dresses.
I've never felt overwhelmed in my entire life.
At the same time, excitement coursed through me. I've never tried on new dresses. I only wore Cassie's hand-me-downs.
Once it was six-thirty, I descended down the stairs.
I was dressed in an emerald gown. The V-line stretched towards my navel, and there was a slit that extended to my thigh. My neck was adorned with a simple necklace.
Julian's gaze swept over me once I stood opposite him.
"Is this okay?" I asked softly and uncertainly. Self-doubt creeped into my tone. And I couldn't help it.
"It's fine," he answered, adjusting his cufflinks.
"Let's go," Julian said, already walking towards the door.
Looking at him, I understood why he was called r
