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.

you,” Tiffany replied

was no mirror in front of her, so she couldn’t see herself. She could only sit still as the assistants worked around her. After about ten

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

For once, the usually self–assured and narcissistic Tiffany didn’t nod in smug agreement. Instead, she asked, “Is there a

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

see. Tiffany

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

took the shoes

the door to

in unison, their

stepped forward, her heart

not an official wedding. He’d seen her at her worst, knew her better than anyone,

through her, her heart pounding wildly against

as a flush crept across

posture, and walked out

been waiting for

not impatient at all from the beginning

and composed demeanor, there was an unmistakable anticipation etched into his expression at this

the direction of the changing room,

Finally, the door opened.

in white emerged,

her slender frame, accentuating her swan–like neck with elegance and poise. Her prominent

the brief flicker of astonishment in his eyes

a slow, captivating smile spread across his face, his features growing impossibly

his seat, Richard cut a dashing figure. His tall frame, broad shoulders, and chiseled physique were impeccably showcased by his tailored suit. He looked

a beat,

teasingly, “Do I

Richard replied

he leaned closer, and his large hand easily encircled her slender

was soft, impossibly slim, and she looked effortlessly pretty