Jefferson walked over and complimented her with a smile. “Yes, you look stunning.”

He asked Curtis, “Mr. Faymon, does my wife look good in that wedding gown?”

Curtis glanced at the woman before answering, “No. The gown exposes her flabby upper arms.”

That insulting remark rendered Rayna speechless.

“My wife is pregnant and has gained some weight, so it’s normal for her arms to look a little flabby.” Jefferson grinned before turning to the store manager. “I think this dress brings out the curves of voluptuous women. What do you think?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” The store manager, who was already breaking out in a cold sweat, bobbed her head repeatedly.

As an avid reader of entertainment news, the store manager was aware of the rumors about Curtis and Rayna. She always thought Rayna was lucky because the men in her life were all big shots. The fact that she was marrying Jefferson further proved how blessed she was.

Just when she thought everything would go well, Curtis made an unexpected appearance all of a sudden. I understand Mr. Hamilton is doing this to annoy Mr. Faymon, but why does he have to drag me into this?

The store manager decided to sit on the fence to avoid offending anyone. She smiled and replied, “We have many gowns in the store. Feel free to go through them one by one. It takes time to pick the one that you’re satisfied with.”

Jefferson said, “That was why we’re here today. We have ample time to go through all the gowns here. I want this gown, so pack it for me. I’ll update you if my wife is interested in another piece.”

“Why do I need so many gowns?” Rayna immediately stopped him. “Just one gown will do.”

“We should get some spare ones. Gowns get dirty fast, and you might accidentally tear them too.” Jefferson tickled her nose with his finger. “Wedding is an important life event, so it must be perfect. Don’t keep thinking of helping me cut costs, okay?”

Rayna hummed in response and responded with a wry smile.

She felt uncomfortable as she could tell someone was shooting daggers at her from a distance.

While tension was high between the men, Kristie, who had put on a gown in the fitting room, ran toward Rayna after admiring her own beauty in the mirror for some time.

“Rayna!” She embraced her gently as she knew Rayna was pregnant. “You look gorgeous in this gown! It fits you like a glove!”

was wearing and froze for a minute. “W-Why are

on,” Kristie replied. She lifted the train of the gown and spun around.

Curtis told her to

are you marrying?”

made all the necessary arrangements for me!” Kristie immediately explained as she was afraid Curtis might cause further misunderstanding. “That’s why he brought me here to pick a wedding

disdain by knitting his brows. “Why are you so

eyes at him. I’m trying to say the right thing to avoid misunderstanding, yet he blames me

so much trouble, but I haven’t even settled the score with him. Yet, you asked me what’s going to happen to him? I’ll tell you now—if he appears

of energy,

turned his attention to

Rayna felt sick at

about

you going to throw up?” Jefferson felt anxious upon

where the restroom was,

with Rayna?” Kristie looked at Rayna and Jefferson before muttering, “Pregnant mothers will

“Return to the fitting room and try the

in annoyance. “Why vent your frustration on me? You’re the one who failed to keep Rayna by your side. It’s

did you

was so afraid he might explode that she lowered her head and returned to the fitting room with

and fished a credit card out of his wallet. “No matter how many gowns they choose, I want

After steadying herself and accepting the credit card, she said, “Sure. Don’t worry, Mr. Faymon.

the manager was. He then

Faymon, are you not going to wait for

She can walk on her

manager did not know what else to say upon hearing

did not want to deal

and went downstairs to make

right, Mr. Hamilton. The payment is complete.” The manager returned the card to him and said apologetically, “But we ran out of receipts. Can I give

card into his pocket and

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