Kiki looked at the young man in the salon mirror, fair skin, beautifully shaped eyebrows and eyes, a handso face, his words as sweet as sugar crisp.
Her heart raced terribly, unable to refuse, but she couldn’t agree so quickly either.
"I’ll think about it."
Kiki escaped his hands, swiped her card to pay, and didn’t even blink before spending eight thousand eight.
The staff at the salon glanced at the man beside Kiki and imdiately understood sothing, suddenly saying, "Wayne, you’re still fifty-eight thousand short of your sales target this month! You need to think of so ways, or you won’t get a penny this month. How will you manage?"
Wayne frowned, as if she shouldn’t be saying things like this now: "It’s none of your business, I’ll work hard."
She sneered, "Hard work isn’t sothing you just talk about."
Seeing Wayne bullied, Kiki slamd her card onto the table, "I’ll cover his month’s target. Who do you think you are? What right do you have to speak about him?"
The staff took the card, swiping fifty-eight thousand with a smile, remarking, "With money, you’re a lady of the house. I apologize for my thoughtless remarks."
Kiki snorted softly.
"Kylie, you don’t have to do this..."
"It’s okay, I have plenty of money. I don’t care."
"Kylie, with you doing this, I don’t know how I can repay you."
Seeing Wayne’s touched expression, Kiki felt greatly satisfied, smiling as she left.
Just after Kiki left, Wayne reached out to touch the face of the girl who had provoked Kiki to swipe her card, "Sweetie, you are so smart."
Sweetie didn’t care about Wayne pinching the oil, smiling, "You’re the smart one, tricking that silly girl until she’s dumbfounded."
Wayne blew Sweetie a kiss, "Who’s the one who’s ditzy and has money? No one can really deceive our Sweetie..."
Sweetie: "Hee hee."
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After lunch,
Leon took Ivana to try on wedding dresses, in the largest bridal shop in Ravenswood. The staff imdiately recognized this distinguished guest.
"President Keane, this way please for Mrs. Keane."
Two elegantly shaped, exquisitely made-up female staff, with professional smiles, politely extended their hands in a welcoming gesture.
They arrived at the second-floor VIP area, not open to anyone outside of VIP custors.
"Please wait a mont, the wedding dress will be here shortly."
About three minutes later,
The two staff carried a pure white wedding dress in front of Ivana.
"This is the wedding dress customized by President Keane for you. It has a total of five hundred and twenty diamonds and a thousand deep-sea white pearls, symbolizing President Keane’s love for you."
The two staff looked at Ivana with envy. As fellow won, they admitted they envied Ivana, able to marry such a wealthy and deeply loving man like Leon.
That’s every girl’s dream in Ravenswood!
Ivana looked at the beautiful wedding dress. This was her second ti donning a wedding dress. She thought she wouldn’t be as excited as the first ti, her cheeks wouldn’t be as bashful. She thought she was prepared to face it calmly.
She had overestimated herself.
Seeing this dress, knowing that Leon was so thoughtful, her heart surged like a rough sea, unable to remain calm. Her cheeks began to heat up, and she was even a little teary.
Back then, when she married Zachary Heston, he had only customized a very ordinary wedding dress from the shop, incomparable to this one.
At the ti, she didn’t care whether the dress was expensive, only whether a man was truly loyal to her.
Now, in retrospect, she was terribly wrong. When a man has the ans, yet doesn’t bother about the wedding dress that a woman will wear once for a lifeti, it already shows that the girl doesn’t weigh enough in his heart.
"Go change into it!"
Leon said softly by Ivana’s side, in her ear.
Ivana pulled her thoughts back, sniffled, not daring to look at Leon, afraid the tears in her eyes would suddenly fall, which would be too embarrassing.
Leon had already noticed Ivana’s expression; he knew she was moved. This was a good start.
"President Keane, your wedding suit has also arrived. Perfect timing to try it together with Mrs. Keane!"
"Hmm."
Leon headed to the fitting room, the staff holding the new white suit were blushing, thinking they might personally assist Leon in dressing.
Leon reached for the suit from the staff’s hands: "No entry allowed."
The staff paused, looking awkward and a bit disappointed.
She thought soone as aristocratic as Leon would be accustod to being attended by won, but she realized he was so conservative. She couldn’t think of any other words to describe him besides conservative.
The lady of the house is so lucky; she’s turning into a lemon essence.
Leon changed into the white suit and ca out, the door of Ivana’s fitting room also opened.
Leon saw Ivana walk out of the fitting room, and his breath suddenly halted, his dark eyes flickering with amazent.
The pure white wedding dress was off-shouldered, tightly wrapping Ivana’s slender waist, showcasing her perfect figure. Her skin was snowy, smooth as silk, her collarbone like a delicate piece of art, her white shoulders inviting a gentle grip, the diamonds on her chest sparkling like stars, dazzlingly bright.
As she walked out of the fitting room, the train of the wedding dress swept the floor, countless pearls stitched upon it, making her seem like the most beautiful rmaid princess from the sea.
"Mrs. Keane is truly stunning." The staff, all being girls, were awestruck and genuinely admiring.
Leon looked at Ivana, Ivana also stared at Leon.
He wore a clean white suit, his figure tall and slim, restraining the cold aura, conveying a gentle scholarly air. How to describe Leon?
He’s like the white knight riding to greet the princess.
This Leon, undoubtedly more charming than the usual cold Leon.
White, pure, beautiful color.
"President Keane is handso too, President and Mrs. Keane are indeed a perfect match." the staff exclaid again.
Talented man, beautiful woman, an incomparable pair—this must be the couple before them!
Leon’s handso face had a gentle smile as he approached Ivana and took her small hand in the palm of his hand: "Honey, you look stunning."
Ivana shyly looked down, her voice soft, "You’re handso too."
Then, the photographer stepped in, as the two began the wedding photo shoot. The photographer’s casual snaps were already perfect photos.
This was perhaps the photographer’s most enjoyable shoot; no matter the angle, he could capture cover-worthy photos, likely without needing post-processing.
After shooting the wedding photos, it was ti to pick up the kids from school.
Ivana was utterly exhausted, and Leon drove her to Wellbright Kindergarten. She even fell asleep in the car.
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