"Winnie, co over and help with the wedding dress."
Misty Sutton glanced again at the calm and composed Winnie, commanding her.
Winnie smirked: "Are you sure you want to help you with the wedding dress?"
Misty Sutton huffed: "You’re an employee at this store, and I’m the custor right now — I’m God. I order you to do sothing, and you dare talk back? Do you believe I’ll report you directly to your superiors?"
After listening to a heap of her words, Winnie rolled her eyes and walked over to her, "Alright, I’m just helping you change the wedding dress, I’ll certainly give it my all."
She deliberately emphasized the words "give it my all," drawing Julian Hawthorne’s gaze her way.
This cunning woman, what is she up to now.
For so inexplicable reason, he actually felt a faint sense of anticipation.
anwhile, Misty Sutton hasn’t noticed anything, and she happily carried the dress to the fitting room.
"Miss Sutton, you’re too fat, you can’t fit into this dress at all."
Winnie tried to zip up the dress for her but couldn’t get it to close.
Misty Sutton sucked in her stomach and abdon fiercely, biting her lip in frustration.
No way it won’t fit, her figure is the most standard weight, but Winnie, that bitch, must be jealous of her because she can wear a wedding dress and stand beside Julian. She’s deliberately trying to provoke her.
Drawing the last heavy breath, "Rip——"
The zipper finally went up.
Misty Sutton was overjoyed instantly, looking at Winnie in the mirror: "You’re just jealous of my great body, now I’ve put it on!"
Winnie glanced at her with a hint of reluctance, looking at how she wore the wedding dress.
It’s completely the wrong size, really tough for Misty Sutton to work so hard holding her breath.
Yet even with all that breath-holding, the zipper area still showed signs of straining.
The second noticeable spot was the woman’s chest, which didn’t match the dress’s size, leaving an awkward gap up top that looked odd.
Misty Sutton also noticed this issue, feeling slightly embarrassed as a small chest had always been her shortcoming, but just wait, in a few days she’ll undergo breast augntation surgery, and then she’ll definitely be able to showcase this wedding dress perfectly.
Thinking this, Misty Sutton ordered Winnie to fetch a few small clips, clipping so fabric around the chest area, then letting her hair down to cover the clamped areas.
"Hold my dress and see off."
Misty Sutton tilted her chin up, the arc of her smirk visible at first glance.
Winnie was even more speechless, "See off," those words, can’t believe she used them.
"Let assist you with the dress."
A store employee heard Misty Sutton ask the boss to hold her dress like that, almost jumping out of her skin.
How dare she ask the illustrious Z designer to hold her dress, she must be insane?
Misty Sutton said: "No way, I just want Winnie to do it!"
"This..."
The employee looked at Winnie awkwardly, and Winnie, with a calm deanor, stepped forward: "It’s fine."
With those words, she held Misty Sutton’s dress, following her out of the fitting room.
Julian Hawthorne sat idly on the sofa in the lounge, skimming through files sent by his assistant on his phone when the fitting room door opened and Misty Sutton ca out.
Yet his gaze, at first glance, fell on Winnie.
Winnie was wearing a tight white short sleeve, and though it might be his imagination, he felt the woman’s chest had developed more than two years ago.
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