My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 686

Chapter 686:

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She even thought it might be a blessing that Carrie was divorced—otherwise, Kyson wouldn’t even stand a chance of being worthy of her.

Such a stunning and self-assured woman—if Carrie happened to like girls, Marina wouldn’t have minded in the slightest.

“Ah-choo!”

Carrie sneezed suddenly, turning around with suspicion in her eyes.

“What are you sneaking around behind me for? Were you secretly badmouthing me?”

Marina raised her hands in mock surrender, her eyes wide with innocence. “I swear, I’m not!”

She tucked her phone away and jogged to catch up. “I was just texting a—”

“Oh.” Carrie gave her a sidelong glance, clearly not entirely convinced, before letting it drop.

As they continued walking, they arrived at the commercial street Daxton had mentioned.

The moment they stepped in, Carrie realized it wasn’t what she had imagined. Instead of bustling shops filled with trendy items, the area was lined with elegant stores showcasing traditional crafts and the studios of renowned master artists. The price tags here didn’t just speak wealth—they shouted exclusivity. These weren’t shops for casual buyers; every item was an investment.

Marina’s eyes lit up as she spotted a nearby boutique. “Look! That gown store only sells pieces meant for competitions or exhibitions. This is the first time they’re actually putting things on sale! Let’s go in. Should we buy a few?”

Daxton chuckled, his tone warm. “You’d look stunning in a gown.”

Carrie smiled at his comment and nodded. “Okay.”

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Shopping was best enjoyed with good company, and both Marina and Daxton managed to keep the mood light and easy.

Excited, Marina grabbed Carrie’s arm and practically dragged her into the shop. The store was serene, its quiet atmosphere a result of the high prices and the exclusive nature of the gowns, which catered only to the most discerning clientele.

Daxton glanced at the harsh midday sun outside. “I’ll get us some iced tea. Take your time and browse.”

Carrie nodded, already drawn to the dazzling array of gowns. Each gown was like a piece of art, boasting meticulous stitching, luxurious fabric, and impeccable design.

Each piece seemed to tell a story, the craftsmanship leagues above luxury brands that charged high prices just for a logo.

Her eyes landed on a smoky gray gown. The intricate embroidery reminded her of the kind of timeless elegance Melany favored. She stepped closer, imagining how perfectly it would pair with one of Melany’s coats.

Reaching out to touch the fabric, she paused when another hand brushed the opposite side of the gown.

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