Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 574

The entire floor was expansive, spacious, and bathed in light.

In the elegantly minimalist living room, a few neatly arranged rattan chairs added a touch of warmth, while two steaming cups of premium coffee sat invitingly on the table.

A group of studio assistants stood to the side, poised to greet their guests. The moment Richard entered with Tiffany, they bowed respectfully and chorused, “Good day, Mr. Hampton. Good day, Mrs. Hampton.”

“Mm,” Richard replied lazily, not breaking his stride as he continued walking further inside with Tiffany by his side.

Beyond the sitting area, displayed on a pristine, well–lit platform, was a wedding dress that commanded attention with its luxurious simplicity. It glowed under the lights.

Richard kept a firm but gentle hold on Tiffany’s hand. When her eyes landed on the dress, Tiffany couldn’t help but pause, captivated.

It was stunning–the style, the precise tailoring, the sheer elegance. It radiated luxury without veering into ostentation, carrying an almost ethereal beauty. It was breathtaking.

“Do you like it?” Richard asked, his hand brushing lightly against her waist. He added with a small smile, “Go ahead, try it on.”

Tiffany hesitated. To be honest, she hadn’t been prepared for this.

She had just come from school, still wearing her uniform. Her shoes didn’t match the occasion, and she wasn’t wearing any makeup. How could she try on such a stunning wedding dress like this?

But Richard clearly anticipated her concern.

As soon as he finished his words, several female staff members stepped forward.

They bowed gracefully to Tiffany and said in unison, “Mrs. Hampton, please follow us this way.”

Realizing there was no point in refusing, Tiffany nodded. She glanced back at Richard, whose eyes gleamed with anticipation. The warmth in his gaze made her cheeks flush. Without another word, she let herself be led into the dressing room.

The wedding dress had a long, trailing hem, and it was undeniably difficult to handle alone.

However, the studio’s assistants were clearly well–trained. Tiffany felt them working swiftly yet delicately, and before she knew it, the dress was fitted perfectly around her.

“Mrs. Hampton, please have a seat. I’ll fix your hair,” one of the assistants said with a smile.

Tiffany

around her. After about ten minutes, her hair was styled, and a few more minutes later, a light layer of makeup had been

awe–filled voices echoed one

narcissistic

Yet, the absence of a mirror seemed oddly conspicuous. One of the female assistants stifled a laugh and replied, “We don’t keep mirrors in the studio. Our designer believes in showcasing the bride’s most beautiful side to her groom first. So. Mrs. Hampton, you’ll only see yourself

see. Tiffany nodded in

approached with a pair of high heels, smiling warmly. “Please change into these, Mrs. Hampton. Then you’ll be ready to go

the shoes and slipped them

the door to the changing

slightly in unison, their voices soft

deep breath, Tiffany stepped

her worst,

this moment, a nervous energy coursed through her, her heart pounding wildly against her

as a

steadied herself, straightened her posture, and

had been waiting for a long

impatient at all from the beginning to the

was an unmistakable anticipation etched into his expression at

gaze occasionally drifted toward the direction of the changing room, betraying a rare flicker of

Finally, the door opened.

in

flawless beauty that could steal one’s breath. The wedding dress hugged her slender frame, accentuating her swan–like neck with elegance and poise. Her prominent collarbones

gaze deepened, the brief flicker of astonishment in his

across his face, his features growing impossibly more

a dashing figure. His tall frame, broad shoulders, and chiseled

watched him approach, her heart skipping a beat, though a sly glint danced in her clear

“Do

replied without

leaned closer, and his large hand easily

was soft, impossibly slim, and she looked effortlessly pretty and