You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

She then carried the box to a separate dressing room on the second floor of Riveria Haze.

She unwrapped and opened the box, and the dress lying quietly inside instantly stunned her.

The dreamy purple dress was very simple in style, yet it looked just extraordinary. There was no embroidery nor lace on it, yet the layering looked just perfect with the delicate materials and dyeing effects.

She sure understood what Justin meant. He knew she would go to Luther's engagement ceremony today. He didn't want her to dress shabbily and lose out on such an occasion, and he knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't dress up deliberately for it.

That's why he sent the dress.

Since Justin was so kind, she naturally had to change into it.

Joyce changed into a purple dress in the dressing room. The mirror reflected her dreamy figure. Although she had almost no makeup today, she looked more innocent and natural this way.

Justin really knew her sizes and preferences well.

This long purple dress fit her liking as well as temperament perfectly. After changing her clothes, Joyce looked at the time, and it was almost time to go to the fourth floor to sign the divorce papers.

the long corridor and followed the revolving staircase to the

she counted them one by

found the largest

knocked on the

a moment, no one

gently pushed the

front of the sofa, there was a very long carved solid wood coffee table with

up on his forehead. She did not know

very confused. Since Luther was in the room, then why didn't he open the door when she

papers on the table, which should be their divorce agreement. And there were two pieces of paper resting under the agreement, and

must be their divorce papers

go back on his word and did use his connections to get the

looked as if he was in pain, and his shoulders were trembling slightly.

his temples. Hell, the CT said that nothing was wrong with him, but from last night until now, he had been having headaches. His head still hurt. There seemed to be many vague memories rushing around,