“Mr. Nacht has ordered three tailor-made gowns along with three sets of matching accessories and shoes. These gowns are meant to be worn at the wedding.” The designer continued with a cordial smile, “May I show you the pieces?”

“Of course,” Charlotte replied with a mirroring smile. “Mrs. Rawlston, please bring them to the dressing room. I’ll be there shortly.”

“Yes, Miss.” Mrs. Rawlston escorted the small group to Charlotte’s personal dressing room.

The dressing room was previously a guestroom, but Zachary had it remodeled into a large dressing room for Charlotte. It had an alcove specially designed to keep her jewelry, and a platform was placed at the center of the room.

“I thought you were going back to your hometown. Why did he order these gowns?” Mrs. Berry voiced her confusion.

“I have no idea too.” Charlotte’s eyebrows knitted together as she wondered out loud, “She mentioned that those are wedding-appropriate dresses, but I don’t have any upcoming weddings to attend.”

over it, her phone rang with an incoming call from Zachary. “Have the

Charlotte answered. “Why did you make a custom order for evening gowns out

and Helena’s,”

stunned. “Since when did I agree to attend

company?” Zachary cajoled, his voice

Charlotte was even more dumbfounded. “The high-and-mighty, narcissistic Zachary Nacht is going to attend his nemesis’

being my nemesis,” Zachary commented nonchalantly. “But you are on the right track. My actual nemesis will be at the wedding, which is why I have to

reply piqued Charlotte’s curiosity. “You actually have a nemesis?

of shareholders in the background. “Attend tomorrow’s wedding with me before going

back to work. We can talk about this when

“Alright.”

pack my things for now. I have a wedding to

married?” Mrs. Berry

Helena,” Charlotte said with a frown. “Seems like their wedding

used to be a good person. How did he end up

is inevitable in life.” Charlotte smiled ruefully. “I’ll try on the clothes now. You can

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