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

could only sit still as the assistants worked around her. After about ten minutes, her hair was styled,

assistants‘ awe–filled voices echoed one after another. “You

a smile. For once, the usually self–assured and narcissistic Tiffany didn’t

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

see. Tiffany

assistant approached with a pair of high heels, smiling warmly. “Please change into these, Mrs. Hampton. Then

right.” Tiffany took the shoes and

she rose, the door

slightly in unison, their voices soft

Tiffany stepped forward, her

worst, knew her better than anyone, and there was

through her, her

a flush crept

Tiffany steadied herself, straightened her posture, and walked out in

been waiting for a

not impatient at all from the beginning to the

was an unmistakable anticipation etched into his

direction of the changing room, betraying a rare flicker of

Finally, the door opened.

in white emerged,

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

gaze deepened, the brief flicker of astonishment in his eyes giving

across his face, his features

and chiseled physique were impeccably showcased

approach, her heart skipping a beat, though a

teasingly, “Do I

replied without

leaned closer, and his large hand easily encircled her slender

soft, impossibly slim, and she looked effortlessly