Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 101

She gave up wondering after a while. Carrying the briefcase, she headed to the changing room. She did not want to wear the attire at first. Nevertheless, she was instantly enthralled when she popped it open.

Sitting in it was a mesmerizing necklace. Its color was slightly on the dark side, but it looked exquisite nonetheless.

What fascinated her the most was the sapphire blue gown. It did not have any unnecessary embellishments on it, and its fabric was as soft as a cloud, making it comfortable to touch. In fact, there were no signs of stitching found on it, as though the gown was crafted entirely out of a single yard of silk.

Overtaken by her fascination, she could not help but change into the enrapturing gown. Looking at her image in the mirror, she felt her jaw drop to the ground.

To begin with, she was tall and slim, and her legs were long and slender. Clad in the striking gown, she looked just like a queen out of a fairytale. It fitted her perfectly, accentuating her fair skin and alluring, enticing figure.

This dress seemed to have different effects when worn by different people. If Lana had worn it, she would appeal to the primal urges of the male mind.

Strangely, when it was worn by Jennifer, the dress gave off a more graceful air.

Everyone would look good in that gown and invoke different feelings.

She could even smell a light scent coming from the gown. It was familiar, but she could not recall where she had gotten a whiff of it.

at first. Nevertheless, she convinced herself that she had given it too much thought and soon proceeded to put

elegant aura

scrutinized her image for a long time. In the end, she frowned and

said that he would get me a gown. So, did Nigel

that conjecture,

the celebration for Conner’s eightieth birthday

in a deep breath and walked out of the

known as the “goldfish bowl,” was filled with guests waiting on their seats. The whole scene

elite could attend. Although the Tayhaven King had lost their original mightiness, as

did not attract much attention when she entered the hall. Even

their gazes fixated on a captivating

not someone from the Wilson family,

was a graceful noble lady from an affluent family that still held immense power after one hundred years. She was a descendant of

the well-known Shannon

could bear the moniker of being swan-like, it would undoubtedly

movement of hers discharged an air of dominance. One could see that she was of

meters, and had the figure many women coveted. Standing on the stage in a red, big gown, she had her fair, bright skin exposed on her back. Wrapped around her wrist was a gleaming,