Isabelle's words immediately took effect. William stopped, turned around, and flashed her a sly grin. "Deal."
Isabelle frowned slightly, feeling as if she were being tricked.
However, she couldn't detect anything unusual from William's face.
That evening, a maid knocked on the guest room door, armed with various tools for taking measurements.
"Mrs. Harper, Mr. Harper mentioned he wanted to have a custom dress made for you. He wanted to know what style you prefer," the maid said while measuring Isabelle's waist.
What girl didn't love a glamorous dress? But ever since marrying Edward, Isabelle had always been the most inconspicuous at parties by keeping her attire and demeanor modest.
Evelyn had said before that she wasn't worthy of haute couture and didn't need to attract attention.
