My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 691:

“Yeah, Carrie, try it on! What’s the harm?” Marina chimed in eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Carrie hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the intricately designed dress in her hands. She couldn’t deny that she liked it—more than she cared to admit. Even if she didn’t take it home, it wouldn’t hurt to see how it looked on her, just this once.

“Alright,” she relented, taking the dress and heading toward the fitting room. The designer gestured courteously to the others. “Please, follow me to the lounge. Have a seat, and enjoy some tea while you wait.”

It was only then that the group noticed several tall men, standing nearby and partially blocking the aisle. They moved aside to let the designer lead the way.

The group followed and had just settled onto the plush sofas in the lounge—cups of tea yet to be poured—when Carrie emerged from the fitting room. The room stilled. The dress fit her like a second skin, perfectly outlining her graceful figure. Its bold, rich colors and ornate details, which might have overwhelmed someone else, seemed to come alive on Carrie. The luxurious embroidery and jewel accents shimmered with every step she took, exuding both elegance and allure.

the dress had been waiting

expression betraying a mix of

contour etched into his memory. It was a familiarity Daxton,

earlier, you’d have been the face of the golden age of Hollywood. You’re like a model straight

nearby, leaned toward Marina and asked, “Do you want to try it on if

head vigorously. “No way! I know my limits. I’m not suited for something so dramatic, especially this style. Carrie looks like a model in it, but I’d just look like a flashy

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“if I wore it after her, it would seem like I’m trying to copy

a distinct style—more contemporary and edgy. Dresses with modern elements would complement

over the fabric. She felt a pang of reluctance but spoke with quiet resolve. “It’s beautiful, but

alright. Perhaps it’s just not meant to be. Clothes, like love, are mysterious that way. Even when everything fits perfectly, sometimes it just doesn’t feel right. The