His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 337 Prospective Clientele

Ella

A slight heaviness was felt when I lifted the omate box, hinting at something more substantial than just fabric within.

With bated breath, I carefully tugged the ribbon apart and lifted the lid to unveil its contents. Inside lay an intricately crafted dress in a silver hue that perfectly complemented my skin tone. It shimmered as I held it in the light, its sheer beauty leaving me momentarily breathless.

My fingers brushed the soft fabric with a reverence, the sensation eliciting a soft gasp from my lips. But as lovely as the dress was, it was the necklace nestled beside it that truly caught my eye.

The delicate, shimmering stones caught the dim office light in a dance of colors that made it seem as if a fragment of the cosmos had been captured and presented to me.

After a moment’s hesitation, I took another glance at the note; that Logan would be picking me up soon for the luncheon, which meant that I had to start getting ready now.

I carefully exchanged my work clothes for the dress and clasped the necklace around my neck. Turning to face the mirror, I hardly recognized the woman staring back.

The dress enhanced every curve, and the necklace added a touch of opulence that made me feel… pretty. It had felt like so long since I had felt this way. We had been working so tirelessly on our three cases that my image was often at the very back of my mind.

Lost in my own reflection, a sudden knock at my office door startled me.

“Oh no,” I whispered, suddenly feeling out of place in my own workspace. The realization that I was dressed up so extravagantly in a professional setting sent my heart into overdrive. Taking a deep breath, I called out with a shaky voice, “Come in.”

The door opened to reveal Sarah, my somewhat prickly coworker. Her dark eyes widened in surprise, and she took a moment to scan me from head to toe. I could feel my cheeks heat up under her gaze. The mix of judgment and intrigue was hard to discern.

indicating the box on my desk with a sly smirk. “What’s this? Is

hard, cursing myself for not hiding the box. “What do

off my avoidance, Sarah approached, dropping a stack of paperwork onto my desk. “These need

become a tad less abrasive, almost civil, in fact. But this was too direct, even for her. “Isn’t this something

might want to handle it considering your

for a moment, the edge to her gaze softening just a

I could formulate a response, she was already out the door, leaving me in a whirlwind of emotions. The warmth of a compliment from Sarah, however backhanded, was a new experience. Maybe

adjusting to the shift in dynamics after my recent success When I was alone again, I turned back toward the mirror to take one last

the room as I moved around. It was surreal, wearing such an

to gifts like this, but it somehow felt different now that I was a woman. And Logan was different, too: where my dad often when for

in the full- length mirror, the dress draped gracefully around my figure. Every detail, from the shimmering fabric to the elegant cut, was testament to the

phone brought me out of my contemplation. A message from

deep breath, I opened my front door. As expected, Logan stood there, looking striking in his finely tailored suit. He glanced up, and his eyes locked onto

he murmured,

why the dress and the necklace? They

took a step closer, lifting a hand to gently touch the necklace. “For me, it’s nothing. You deserve to feel and look beautiful at these events. And besides… appearances and all that.” The sincerity in his

just don’t

up his features.

probe further, Logan led me to his car, opening the door for me like a true gentleman. The drive was a short one, ending at a scenic

and soft music played in the background. Instantly, I recognized the event’s nature-a wedding shower, and from the glimpses of Harry and Marina at