The Returning Ex

The custom-made evening gown John ordered for Sophia was ready in a few days, so he took her back to the house with a courtyard in the alley for a fitting. The designer was waiting for them, and he smiled as soon as he caught sight of Sophia. “I can already imagine how you’ll look in the evening gown.”

The evening gown was hung in a room inside, so the designer led Sophia in for a look. At first glance, Sophia was stunned. It was entirely different from the evening gown in the picture she showed the designer.

This was far more resplendent with a champagne-colored train, a deep V-neck, and a bare back. Furthermore, the waist was cinched to flaunt the wearer’s figure.

She looked at it for a long time yet didn’t make any move to try it on. This feels exactly the same as when I first laid eyes on my wedding gown back then. Mrs. Constance kept harping on how exorbitant the wedding dress was, making me feel unworthy of that luxurious dress, but from the look of things now, it’s just a matter of money. I now have money, too.

The designer flashed her a smile. “I’ll step out for a moment, so you try it on.”

Only when the room door clicked shut did Sophia take the gown down and slowly put it on. The measurements are just nice. There was a pair of champagne silver shoes beside the gown that was probably for her judging from the size. After putting them on, she then gazed at herself in the full-length mirror at the side. Sure enough, I look like an entirely different person.

the chairs outside. The designer was still a tad puzzled. “Didn’t you use to hide this wife of yours away? Why the stark difference now? You’re no longer afraid of her being

“Nah, she

wasn’t all that good. Back when

John, however, had never said a single word about the real situation, so these friends of his could only

seen a lot of the world. After about a year now, she’s finally ready, so it’s time for

are naturally fine.” He

in the future. I think

seemed a touch embarrassed, clutching

designer’s words trailed off, and John’s expression froze. Pursing her lips, Sophia looked at the two of them. “Does it

such a style suits you. Come, come, let your husband take a look.” He glanced over his shoulder at John. “You’re lucky

as when I spotted him while wearing