She walked into the fitting room holding the dress, and after changing, stood still in front of the full-length mirror.
The skirt hemmed down to the ankles, outlining a slender figure.
The off-shoulder design revealed delicate collarbones, yet it was not ostentatious.
The shawl casually draped over the crook of her arm, adding a touch of grace and gentleness.
But when she looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes flickered slightly, and her brows furrowed lightly.
It's been too long since she wore such clothes.
The last time she attended a formal event seemed like it was years ago.
Back then she was still in college, living a simple life with a clear heart.
Curtis Prescott stood not far outside the door, hands in the pockets of his suit pants, with a relaxed posture.
Upon hearing the gentle rustle of the curtain, he immediately turned around.
The instant he saw Vivian Sinclair walking out, his steps involuntarily moved a few steps forward.
"Very beautiful."
"Mm."
