After lunch, it wasn’t long before all of Cici’s gowns were delivered.
Cici looked at the sizes of the gowns and felt her suspicion growing stronger.
Why are the sizes of the gowns for both occasions always so accurate?
These dresses were clearly tailor-made, not just standard sizes you’d find anywhere.
And none of these gowns were rushed or made carelessly—they were all crafted by famous designers, personally cut and sewn.
How could it be such a coincidence?
The castle’s maids helped Cici try on several gowns before finally settling on the main one and a few others.
Just as Cici was getting her hair styled, Alex knocked and came in from outside.
"Chief, tonight’s gala officially begins at seven. As the hostess, you’ll be greeting guests with the President. Have you picked your gown yet? The President’s outfit will match yours, so once you’ve decided, we’ll prepare his suit and accessories accordingly."
Cici nodded, "I’ve already picked them out. Wait, you said his outfit matches mine? But—how did you even know my size?"
Alex made up a story, sounding very confident: "Of course, we got your measurements from the company. Your uniforms were all custom-made, so your previous company already had your sizes—it’s not that strange."
Cici was at a loss for words.
His explanation made sense, but something still felt off.
"If you don’t have any other instructions, Team Leader, I’ll go report to the President." Alex bowed happily, "The President will definitely love your look tonight."
"Huh..." Cici looked completely confused, having no idea why Charles Yin would like her look tonight.
Was there something special about this look?
When Cici finished getting ready, she changed into a luxurious deep purple evening gown.
Looking at her figure wrapped in the floor-length dress, Cici felt like the look was familiar, but she just couldn’t remember where she’d seen it before...
As the time approached, the maids quickly led Cici to the entrance of the castle.
Cici walked down the street in the sunset, soft light falling on her shoulders and arms, everything so quiet and beautiful.
Standing at the entrance, wearing a matching deep purple gown, Charles Yin’s gaze instantly locked onto Cici. Seeing her familiar face walking gently toward him, he couldn’t help but call out, "Cici, you’re finally here..."
Cici, my wife, my true love...
This was the last evening gown from our wedding night.
I’ve treasured it for three years.
Tonight, it finally returned to you...
Cici looked up at Charles Yin. When he blurted out her name, her heart rippled just a little!
Charles Yin’s voice was always so unique and magnetic. Whenever he called her name, it made even the simplest name sound enchanting.
His voice alone was enough, but paired with his devoted, gentle gaze, it could make any woman willingly drown in his tenderness!
But after that brief flutter in her heart, Cici quickly felt a hint of bitterness rise up.
His devotion, his tenderness—they would never belong to her.
She could tell that he was seeing another woman through her.
Who was that woman?
Was it his ex-wife whom he’s always loved?
Maybe it was just because she happened to have the same name as his ex-wife, so he kept seeing her as someone else...
Cici quickly lowered her eyes, trying hard to suppress the sting in her heart.
For the first time in her life, she suddenly felt jealous of someone else.
Charles Yin reached out his hand to Cici. She hesitated for a moment, but still placed her palm in his.
His hand was so refined, broad, and full of strength.
But it would never belong to her...
Cici’s lashes fluttered quickly, gathering all her emotions in an instant. When she looked up, her expression was already under control.
"You’re beautiful tonight." Charles Yin’s deep gaze stayed fixed on Cici’s face, so serious and focused. "You’ve always been this beautiful."
"Thank you." Cici’s smile was formulaic—she was trying hard to keep her feelings in check.
He was just giving a formulaic compliment, wasn’t he?
Isn’t that just British etiquette?
Charles Yin's eyes narrowed with amusement, but he didn't say anything.
It’s not time yet.
Little Mole still didn’t have the courage to face her own heart.
He had enough patience. He always did.
The warmth from his fingertips was mixed with Charles Yin’s unique charm and scent.
That charm and scent kept stirring Cici’s heart.