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.

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

she was shy

when John married Sophia, the wedding was so grand that Sophia’s background

her station at that time, some claimed that it was true love. John, however, had never said a single

having not seen a lot of the world. After about a year now, she’s finally ready, so it’s time for her to show her face and

He was actually surprised that such a stunning bloom could

slowly nurtured in the future. I think she’s rather smart with a spark of intelligence in her eyes, so she isn’t a bumbling fool.

out. She seemed a touch embarrassed, clutching the

expression froze. Pursing her lips, Sophia looked at the two of them. “Does

your

when I spotted him while wearing my wedding dress back then. John stared at her gown intently before nodding. “It’s quite