Dior POV
As soon as Hazel left, Dior hurriedly took a taxi to the airport. She arrived just in time, checked in, and boarded the plane. Settling into her seat, she fastened her seatbelt as the flight attendant announced takeoff. Hours later, after a long journey, the plane finally landed.
Dior stepped out of the airport, scanning her surroundings until she noticed a man holding up a sign. She approached him politely.
"Excuse me, I'm Dior George."
"Oh, ma," the man replied respectfully as he took her bag and led her toward a waiting car. He opened the door for her, and she got in, glancing outside curiously. She noticed that her luggage wasn't placed in the same car but taken to another vehicle instead. Just as she was about to question it, a familiar voice spoke.
"It seems you're a bit distracted."
She turned immediately. "Oh, Mr. Damian. Sorry, I thought I was in the wrong car since my luggage wasn't placed here."
The car began to move.
"He's taking your bags to where you'll be staying," Damian explained calmly. "Since you'll be spending your days off here, I thought I should show you around. It's been a while since you visited your homeland."
Dior smiled softly. "Thank you, that's really thoughtful of you… sir."
Damian frowned slightly. "Why are you calling me 'sir' now?"
She hesitated. "Well… you're my boss. It's only natural."
"Just call me by my name."
"…Okay, Damian."
She turned her attention back to the window, her eyes lighting up. "Wow… this city has really changed."
He simply nodded before handing her a small container. "Here's a sample of the cream you'll be advertising."
Curious, Dior opened it and inhaled its scent. "Mmm… strawberry. It smells so nice, and the color is beautiful too. But I thought creams like this are usually white—why is this one pink?"
"I made that one specially for you," Damian said. "It's designed to make your skin soft, smooth, and free from blemishes. The official product will be introduced tomorrow. This one is just for you."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"
He nodded. "You'll be the brand ambassador for the skincare line. You'll need to be familiar with it."
Dior's face brightened instantly. "Of course, I agree!"
She dipped her fingers into the cream and gently applied it to her skin, smiling as she did. "It feels really nice… and the scent is amazing. I like it. Thank you so much."
"I'm glad you do," he replied, watching her closely.
She paused for a moment before asking, "Did you make more of this already?"
"Not yet. That one is the only one for now."
"Then I'll treasure it," she said softly.
Damian studied her for a second before speaking again. "You look very beautiful in that dress."
Dior laughed lightly. "Thank you. But aren't you supposed to be busy? You're a doctor, right? Don't doctors usually have tight schedules? Even my father barely gets time off."
"I own my own hospital," Damian replied. "I can take time off whenever I want. There are plenty of doctors to handle things."
"Oh… that makes sense."
The car slowed to a stop.
"We've arrived, sir," the driver announced.
They both stepped out, and Dior looked around in awe. "Wow… this place is so beautiful. It's really elegant."
Damian extended his hand toward her. She looked at it briefly before placing her hand in his, smiling.
"Let's go," he said.
As they walked inside together, Dior saw it as nothing more than a pleasant outing… but for Damian, it was something much more—a carefully planned moment he intended to turn into something deeper.