Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Ivy didn't feel too disappointed. This was reality, after all, and over the past few

months, she had grown used to it. She didn't have much interest in picking out clothes, but Frank was visibly displeased with the way the other women in the store looked down on her. Was it just because her outfit wasn't as fancy as theirs?

"Ivy, I think this dress looks great. Why don't you try it on? The weather's getting warmer, and it's time to buy some spring clothes," Frank said, holding up a dress for her.

The store wasn't one Ivy would have frequented in the past, but she knew the prices here-typically around $1,500 to $1,600 per dress if not on sale.

"I don't think it looks good. Let's check out another store," Ivy replied. She liked the dress but couldn't bring herself to let Frank spend so much money on her. She wasn't the same person she used to be, chasing material comforts above all else. A $100 dress would do just fine.

"I just want to see you try it on," Frank said, immediately seeing through her thoughts. The fact that Ivy was considerate of him made him happy.

From her occasional remarks, Frank had pieced together the person Ivy used to be- arrogant, willful, and never one to think of others. But now, she was a completely different woman.

"Fine, I'll try it on. But if it doesn't look good, we won't buy it," Ivy agreed reluctantly.

It was just trying it on, after all. Since meeting Frank, he'd only ever seen her in plain, simple clothes. Ivy wanted to dress up a little, to show him a prettier side of her. She figured she could always make an excuse not to buy it, even if it meant enduring a few disdainful glances from the sales assistants.

When Ivy stepped out of the fitting room, Frank's eyes lit up. She naturally belonged in elegant clothing and a beautiful home-not living like a Cinderella hidden away on a ship.

The dress suited Ivy perfectly, from its design to its color, as if it had been tailored just for her. She liked it, but she had already checked the price while trying it on-$1, 499. It was just as expensive as she had expected, and with it being a new arrival, there was no discount. Too pricey.

As she prepared to make an excuse not to buy it, Frank walked over with a few more outfits. "Try these on too," he said.

sales assistants, sensing she wouldn't actually buy anything,

old Ivy, she would've snapped at them. But now,

the last outfit, Ivy said, "Frank, I don't think any of these suit me. Let's

words, the sales assistant rolled her eyes. Frank, however, nodded, and Ivy thought he agreed with her. She was about to change back

protested. She thought one piece was already too expensive-had he lost his mind? Was he really going to

"I like them. That's enough. I'll go

follow me to the register," the sales assistant said, her attitude doing a

as he left to pay, Ivy felt an inexplicable warmth in her heart. This

good to you! It's rare to see someone so generous these days," one of the

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spenders, the sales assistants were eager to please.

had already tried on seven or eight outfits, which added up to over $10,000. The

bags. "All done. Let's check

need. I really think this is more

feet. Ivy, noticing her worn-out shoes, finally understood why others

we'll only buy one pair of shoes this time," she said.

section and picked out a pair of simple white flats. Though she usually preferred high heels, they were impractical for work. Flats

missed the way her gaze lingered on a pair of silver

these on," he

hadn't expected Frank to notice her subtle

feet are so delicate. These will look perfect on you. Let me help you try them on," a sales assistant offered,

her. "I'll do it," he