My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet blinked several times, thinking that she had misheard him.

She awkwardly ran her fingers through her hair and clutched the blanket that was draped around her body.

“What-” she choked, then had to clear her throat.

“What wedding dress?” Ethan smiled at her patiently and spoke slowly, as one would with a child.

“We married in a rather shabby ceremony. You wore a simple white dress, and not much happened besides us exchanging vows. I always thought you may not have a good memory of our wedding day.” Janet didn’t expect Ethan to still remember these trivial things, much less care about them. Her heart softened despite herself. She could be so easy sometimes.

Luckily, she snapped back to her senses a moment later.

“Forget it, Ethan. That would be too much trouble.”

He insisted, of course.

“The wedding day is one of the most important events in a woman’s life, this much I know. And it is important to me. Now that you know my other identity, I want to pledge myself to you again, this time as Brandon Larson.”

In the end,

the upper society. They were proud of their clientele, too, as evidenced by an advertisement they had once run on TV.

ladies the city could offer. And today, Janet was going to get that full, exclusive experience. Ethan and Janet walked into the store hand in hand. She was still opposed to the whole idea, especially since she was still mad at him. But

woman who looked to be in her forties greeted them at the door, wearing

actually a man. She tried not to stare at

Mr. Jarvis.” Ethan introduced the man.

measurements, and then browse around the shop. If you encounter any problems, just let him know. He’ll

nodded before she was

kidding when he called me.” Mr. Jarvis put a hand over his mouth and chuckled demurely. His gestures were more coquettish than most ladies Janet had met. He narrowed

evening gown style that shows off your cleavage? What color are we thinking, by the way? White is too common in this day and age. How about champagne or rose pink?” He chattered on as he rounded Janet

was obvious that each garment had been

shades of pink. The first one boasted of satin and lace dresses with pearls and sewn flowerettes as accents. The second one had massive dresses with layers of tulle and ruffles. But the most remarkable of all was the line-up of traditional wedding dresses from different countries. This shop truly had it all; they had even thought about the possibility

sale?” Janet nodded at a

eye. It had an intricately embroidered bodice that tapered down to a full skirt peppered with tiny tulips.