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Blake spoke softly, “Don’t overthink it. Your dress looks great, but at events like these, people always like to judge others through a biased lens. I’m just worried they might say something that would make you
uncomfortable.”
Before Caroline could respond, a voice came from the door, panting slightly.
“Mr. Sherwood, the dress you requested has arrived.”
Blake walked to the door and took the box with the dress inside. “Thank you.
“No trouble at all,” the delivery man replied, respectfully bowing. “If nothing else, I’ll be on my way.”
Blake nodded, and the man quickly left.
Caroline guessed the man must have been from the store, but his service was surprisingly polite.
He practically bent over backward for Blake.
As she was thinking this, Blake had already shut the door and stood before her.
He opened the box, pulled out the dress, and handed it to her. “Go try it on and see if it fits,” he said.
“Okay.” Caroline took the dress and went to the guest room.
She admired the blue off–the–shoulder dress as she looked at it from different angles.
As a fashion designer, she was in awe of the designer who created this dress. It was simply beautiful.
She quickly changed into the dress, but when she reached for the zipper behind her, it got stuck halfway and wouldn’t budge.
Blake’s voice came from outside. “How’s the fit? If it’s not right, we still have time to alter it.”
Caroline tugged at the zipper and replied, “I think it should be fine.”
Hearing her voice a little strained, Blake furrowed his brow. “Is there something wrong with the dress?”
“No,” Caroline replied quickly, worried that she might make him wait too long. She gave up on the zipper.
She opened the door, turned her back to Blake, and lifted her hair to expose the zipper. “It’s stuck. Can you help me zip it up?”
Her pale back was now exposed to Blake, and he instinctively averted his gaze, his face flushing slightly.
After a moment, he turned back, focusing on the zipper
He gently pulled the zipper down and then easily zipped it up.
Blake asked, “Does it feel tight or uncomfortable anywhere?”
Caroline glanced down at the dress, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “It fits perfectly. There’s nothing uncomfortable about it.”
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The fabric felt soft against her skin as if the dress had been custom–made just for her.
It was perfect.
84%
Finished
She looked up, curious. “Dr. Sherwood, you didn’t ask for my measurements. How did you pick such a perfect dress for me?”
Blake’s eyes sparkled with a playful smile. “I guessed.”
Guessed?
That’s amazing!
Caroline thought about it for a moment. She and Blake had met less than ten times, so it must have just been a lucky guess.
She didn’t dwell on it further and got into Blake’s car to head to the charity event.
When they arrived, Caroline realized the charity event was being held at a resort hotel.
Remembering the purpose of her visit, she took the initiative to link her arm with Blake’s as they got out of the car. “Dr. Sherwood, let’s go.”
Blake smiled as he softly said, “You called me the wrong name. You should call me by my first name.”
Caroline quickly corrected herself. “Blake.”
She had always called him Dr. Sherwood, but this was the first time she had used his first name, and it felt unfamiliar.
When they reached the banquet hall’s entrance, a voice called out from the far end of the hallway.
“Blake.”
Both Blake and Caroline turned to look toward the source of the voice.
It was an older man, probably in his 50s or 60s.
Though they were still a distance away, Caroline could clearly feel the distinguished aura he exuded.
She couldn’t help but marvel that even an older man could carry such a regal presence. It seemed most of the people at tonight’s event were successful figures from the upper echelons of society.
The moment Blake saw the older man, his brow furrowed deeply.
After a brief pause, he turned to Caroline and said, “Go inside and have some fruit and snacks. I’ll be there in a bit.”
Seeing the situation, Caroline understood Blake needed to talk to the older man. She quickly replied, “Go ahead. Don’t worry about me.”
Honestly, if Blake wasn’t around, she wouldn’t have to pretend to be his partner and would feel more at
ease.
At this event she didn’t know anyone and didn’t need to cater to anyone or nut on a smile.
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