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.

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

myself for not hiding the box.

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

in surprise. Ever since that challenging case I had won, Sarah had become a tad less abrasive, almost civil, in fact. But this was too direct, even for her. “Isn’t this something

eyebrow. “Thought you might want to

me for a moment, the

of a compliment from Sarah,

success When I was alone again, I turned back toward the mirror to take one last

casting prismatic splashes around the room as I moved

that I was a woman. And Logan was different, too: where my

figure. Every detail, from the shimmering fabric to the elegant cut, was testament to the opulence I’d been introduced to since

then, the light chime of my phone brought me out

there, looking striking in his finely tailored suit. He

he murmured,

my cheeks. “Thank you. But, Logan, why the dress

You deserve to feel and look beautiful at these events. And besides… appearances and all that.” The sincerity in

just

mischief lighting up his features. “Consider it an

the door for me like a true gentleman. The drive was a short one,

Instantly, I recognized the event’s nature-a wedding shower, and from the glimpses of Harry and Marina