“Natalie is also just a gir, and Charis shouldn’t have bullied her like that.”
Garrett rolled his eyes at him and pouted. Fine, Brandon always protected his beloved no matter what.
“How are you and your wife doing? You’ve come to settle things with Charis. I’m guessing you must’ve reconciled with Natalie, is that right?” When Garrett heard that Natalie had left Seacisco, he became even more worried about the relationship between the two of them.
After all, Brandon had been in bad spirits the past few days. His face was so overcast that the senior executives were too frightened to even speak up during the daily meetings. Brandon suddenly stopped in his tracks and said, “I wanted to discuss this matter with you. Natalie has returned, but she still doesn’t believe me.”
Garrett put a finger to his chin and said, “The trust issue can’t be solved in such a short amount of time. What are you going to do next?”
Simply peering down at the leather shoes on his feet, Brandon mulled it over in his head for a while and suddenly smiled.
“I think at least there is one thing I can do.”
Ever since Natalie had returned, she had been sitting on the sofa in a complete daze. She really had no idea what to do. She had already let Tiffany know about her resignation from Larson Group. Now she was just a jobless vagabond who didn’t have a lot of savings in her bank account.
After watching TV for a bit, she began to swipe through her cell phone. Soon after, she felt bored again, so she went to cook something
But for whom?
Who else could it be other than for the master of this house?
Thinking about Brandon, Natalie proceeded to put down the cooking utensils in silence,
She didn’t want to cook for that lying man! She angrily stormed back to the living room and then idly Nipped through some fashion magazines, thinking about where she should go in the future and what she should do about her relationship with Sebastian.
Natalie had no idea when Sebastian came back because she soon had fallen asleep.
When the smell of delicious food came to her nose, she woke up in a daze and could make out Sebastian in the kitchen.
He had tucked in his shirt casually and his tie had not been taken off. Right then, he was wearing a pink floral apron around his waist.
That damn contradictory charm.
Sebastian heard her stirring in the living room and guessed that the sleeping beauty on the sofa had just woken up.
He walked out with the steaming seafood risotto, pulled off his apron, squatted in front of Natalie, and asked her, “How about we go for wedding dress shop tomorrow? My little lazy princess.”
Natalie blinked several times, thinking that she had misheard him.
She awkwardly ran her fingers through her hair and clutched the blanket that was draped around her body.
“What-” she choked, then had to clear her throat.
“What wedding dress?” Sebastian smiled at her patiently and spoke slowly, as one would with a child.
“We married in a rather shabby ceremony. You wore a simple white dress, and not much happened besides us exchanging vows.
I always thought you may not have a good memory of our wedding day.” Natalie didn’t expect Sebastian to still remember these trivial things, much less care about them. Her heart softened despite herself. She could be so easy sometimes.
Luckily, she snapped back to her senses a moment later.
“Forget it, Sebastian. That would be too much trouble.”
He insisted, of course.
“The wedding day is one of the most important events in a woman’s life, this much I know. And it is important to me. Now that you know my other identity, I want to pledge myself to you again, this time as Brandon Larson.”
Natalie was stunned speechless at his smooth declaration. In the end, she could only nod in agreement.
South Pole was the most expensive wedding gown shop in Seacisco, catering mostly to custom-made orders for the upper society. They were proud of their clientele, too, as evidenced by an advertisement they had once run on TV.
Then, it was known as a luxury brand that only serviced the wealthiest ladies the city could offer. And today, Natalie was going to get that full, exclusive experience. Sebastian and Natalie walked into the store hand in hand. She was still opposed to the whole idea, especially since she was still mad at him. But now that they were here, she couldn’t just flee and make Sebastian lose face in public.
“Mr. Larson! Why have you come so early? Isn’t your appointment for three o’clock this afternoon?” A woman who looked to be in her forties greeted them at the door, wearing heavy makeup and chunky jewelry.
As she drew closer, however, Natalie realized that it was actually a man. She tried not to stare at his fake lashes and his Adam’s apple.
“This is Mr. Jarvis.” Sebastian introduced the man.
“He is the chief wedding gown designer of South Pole. He’ll take you to get your measurements, and then browse around the shop. If you encounter any problems, just let him know. He’ll take care of everything.”
Natalie barely nodded before she was whisked away by the zealous designer.
“I never imagined that Brandon was really married! I thought he was just kidding when he called me.” Mr. Jarvis put a hand over his mouth and chuckled demurely. His gestures were more coquettish than most ladies Natalie had met. He narrowed his eyes and peered at her.
“You have a small face and such dainty features. Do you want to try a sexy, backless dress? Or would you like an evening gown style that shows off your cleavage? What color are we thinking, by the way? White is too common in this day and age. How about champagne or rose pink?” He chattered on as he rounded Natalie and looked her up and down. She had a slender waist and all the right curves. She would probably look splendid in any type of dress. Natalie, on the other hand, was in a daze.
The rows of dazzling dresses overwhelmed her. It was like she had stepped into designer heaven. It was obvious that each garment had been crafted carefully, with their exquisite details and all kinds of jewels inlaid in the fabric.
One corner seemed to be dedicated to the simpler, sweeter styles, while another corner burst with shades of pink. The first one boasted of satin and lace dresses with pearls and sewn flowerettes as accents. The second one had massive dresses with layers of tulle and ruffles. But the most remarkable of all was the line-up of traditional wedding dresses from different countries.
This shop truly had it all; they had even thought about the possibility of having foreign customers.
“Are those displayed behind the glass for sale?” Natalie nodded at a long cabinet lining an entire wall.
“Or are they off-limits?” The dress in the center had caught her eye. It had an intricately embroidered bodice that tapered down to a full skirt peppered with tiny tulips. Mr. Jarvis giggled meaningfully.