Chapter 120 Dress Trial
Adam wanted to take Claire to a designer who was very famous and exclusively designed wedding dresses for
celebrities. Claire was nervous because she knew she wasn't a celebrity, not even a style icon, while Adam's
style was followed by youth all over the world. She didn't want to embarrass herself.
"Is it necessary to buy a wedding dress from your designer?" Claire asked hesitantly.
"Of course, otherwise she would be upset if | bought my wedding dress from another designer," Adam replied
casually while reading something on his phone. They were sitting in Adam's car, heading to the designer's
workshop.
"So why don't you go there and buy a dress for yourself while buy from somewhere else?" Claire suggested,
mentally adding, 'the cheapest one."
"No way. How can | buy from the best designer while my wife gets a dress from someone else? You should be the
one to get the best wedding dress," Adam said, fmally lifting his head from his phone and smiling sweetly,
causing a blush to spread across Claire's face as her heart sped up
She looked away to break the spell Adam's enchanting eyes were casting on her, and in the confined space of
the car, she had nowhere to run from this charming and irresistible Greek god.
But they will be very expensive," she muttered slowly, her eyes fixed outside the car window, watching the
passing scenery,
"Don't worry about the cost. It's on me," he said softly, making Claire smile at his sweet gesture. No one had
ever talked to her with such care. She suddenly remembered that Adam was never rude while talking to her,
even though she was always the one bawling at him and ordering him around.
The rest of the ride went by in silence as Adam was busy with a phone conversation, and Claire was occupied
with checking emails. After all, she had to finish all her work before the wedding. When they reached the
designer's showroom, Adam was still on the phone. When his bodyguard opened the door for him, he got out and
gestured for Claire to follow him out of habit. Claire got out of the car and followed
him.
As Adam entered the exclusive showroom, he was greeted by a swarm of salesgirls. Everyone wanted to attend
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The salesgirl looked at Adam with dreamy eyes, admiring his enchanting beauty. The man was indeed a
work of art.
Adam didn't reply, still engrossed in his phone conversation. He held up a hand, signaling the salesgirl to wait.
So, Claire took the initiative to speak.
"We're here to try on swedding dresses," she told the salesgirl as she glanced around to admire the place.
The showroom was a lavish space, filled with delicate chandeliers and plush carpets that whispered luxury with
every step. Mannequins draped in exquisite wedding gowns stood on pedestals, cach dress more breathtaking
than the last. The air was infused with a subtle, expensive perfume, adding to the opulent atmosphere.
The salesgirl gave Claire a once-over, her eyes filled with disdain. A grimace spread across her face as she
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Claire sighed. She was used to this kind of behavior whenever she accompanied Adam to elite places as his PR
manager, Usually, she would have ignored them and moved on. However, today was different. They had a tight
schedule: after the dress trial, there was cake tasting, and she needed to visit her grandmother. Determined to
not let the salesgirl's arrogance delay them, Claire squared her shoulders and stepped closer to the salesgirl. "I
am here to try on wedding dresses," she repeated firmly.
The salesgirl reluctantly tore her gaze from Adam and finally looked at Claire. Her expression turned judgmental
as she took in Claire's oversized coat with a white shirt underneath and loose dress pants. She nodded curtly.
This way," she said, her tone lacking warmth.
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of.
They reached a private fitting area, enclosed by heavy velvet curtains. The salesgirl pulled them aside, revealing
a room filled with mirrors and soft seating.
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"Be careful and don't damage the gowns. I'll wait outside. Make it quick," the salesgirl said, still with an air of
indifference. With a final look of disdain, she walked away, leaving Claire alone.
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