Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 81

Chapter 81 The Dress Is Lovely

"Yep, that's right," the makeup artist replied with a nod.

Linsey blinked, her eyes dropping to the exquisitely tailored gown she was wearing. A hint of awe tinged her voice. "The

measurements..."

The makeup artist leaned in, her tone bright with a hint of pride. "Your husband provided them. Not only that, but he knew exactly what colors and styles you would want. From the way your face lit up earlier, it's clear you really love this dress."

Still enveloped in her reverie, Linsey listened as the hairstylist chimed in, her voice laced with a touch of envy. "You're so lucky! Mr. Riley really gets what you like-it's not every day you find someone so thoughtful."

Linsey was surprised by how caring Collin was.

She had only moved into Vista Villa a month prior, and her interactions with Collin had been scarce, his frequent absences leaving them precious little time together. Yet, despite this, he had discerned her favorite colors and styles with uncanny

accuracy. His attentiveness spoke volumes.

That he had noted such details was a testament to his desire to understand her completely.

These preferences were subtly woven into her everyday life and habits; without keen observation, they would be easy to

miss.

realization left Linsey feeling slightly bewildered, yet deeply

childhood friend Dolores, Linsey had never felt such genuine care

started with gentle attentiveness, yet as

to remember her

rich, deep voice cut through

straightforward yet tinged with a

that

glimpse of him today, she saw he had opted for

in a deep navy-blue suit that hugged his shoulders snugly, the fabric looking like it was spun from midnight itself. The suit was impeccably tailored, and his tie was knotted to perfection, giving him an aura

eyes lingered on her, a subtle glimmer of admiration

as she

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the makeup artist had discreetly

of newfound

deep voice vibrating with

slightly closer, his

repeated his earlier inquiry. "How's the dress working for you? If it's not your style, I

you a different one."

As she looked at his familiar face, a

began to build