My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 166

Chapter 166:

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At the design center, Carrie walked briskly down the hallway, Oliver trailing behind. “Mr. Norris will join you once the contract is signed,” Oliver explained. “For now, you should begin preparing.” Carrie nodded silently, her thoughts elsewhere. Deep down, she hoped Kristopher wouldn’t show up at all.

The director greeted her warmly as she arrived. “Mrs. Norris, today’s dress was specially designed for you by Mr. Norris. He commissioned it a month ago, and it was just flown in from Paris. It’s made from vintage lace, adorned with Akoya baby pearls, all hand-sewn.”

As they approached the main hall, Carrie spotted the dress hanging at the center. Its elegance was breathtaking—an embodiment of luxury and grace.

Before she could say anything, a voice rang out from the fitting room. “That dress looks amazing! Why wasn’t it brought out sooner? Let me try it on!” Emerging from the fitting room was Lise, looking as poised and commanding as ever.

What a small world. It was a surprise for Carrie to see Lise there. Carrie raised an eyebrow and smirked faintly. “Is Kristopher planning to take both of us to celebrate Melany’s birthday?”

Oliver paled instantly, breaking into a cold sweat. He stammered, “Mrs. Norris, you’ve misunderstood! Mr Norris would never invite Ms. Nash to the banquet. This must be a coincidence!”

The director quickly chimed in, “Indeed, a coincidence. Ms. Nash is attending an award ceremony tonight. This dress wasn’t intended for her.”

Kristopher was a regular client, often spending exorbitant amounts at the store. He frequently brought friends along, which sometimes led to awkward situations like this one.

Sensing the tension, the director made a swift decision. “Mrs. Norris, this was our oversight. I’ll handle it immediately.”

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He turned to Lise, his tone professional yet firm. “Ms. Nash, this dress has already been reserved. Also, we’ve heard that many guests at tonight’s ceremony will be wearing white. To ensure you stand out, may I suggest a stunning red dress we just received? It’s from the same designer and equally exquisite.”

The stylist quickly brought out the red gown, its vibrant color and intricate design catching everyone’s eye. Lise examined it briefly before shifting her gaze to Carrie. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she asked the director, “Is she the one who reserved the dress?”

The director felt a storm brewing in his head as he hesitated, finally forcing the words out. “It’s for Mrs. Nor—Ms. Campbell.” He caught Lise’s fleeting expression, one eyebrow arched like a silent question mark, and swallowed the name “Mrs. Norris” before it could escape fully. Correcting himself wasn’t just polite—it was survival.

As members of Kristopher’s styling team, they had inevitably absorbed the surrounding gossip. Lise, ever the picture of audacious poise, pointed a manicured finger at the center gown. “I want this one,” she declared, her words sharp as freshly honed scissors.

Tilting her chin just so, her gaze slid toward Carrie, her eyes sparkling with a silent dare: What can you possibly do about it?

The director broke into a nervous sweat. “This gown—um, it was tailored to Ms. Campbell’s measurements,” he explained, his voice wobbling like a tightrope walker in a gust. “The length is an issue. With only a few hours left, adjusting it would be next to impossible. It might… hinder your movements on stage.”

Unfazed, Lise gave a nonchalant shrug, her reply smooth as glass. “Then find me a pair of higher heels.”

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