Mary closed her boutique for Crystal’s fitting. She’s such a big consumer of her clothing line, she did not mind giving her the white glove treatment.
As a rising celebrity, Crystal wearing her clothes was free advertisement she needed to float her name in the circle. She knew that hers and Justin’s engagement party would put her creation in the spotlight and would open opportunities for her.
“Ms. Lewis, Ms. Smith, and Mr. Rain is here,” her secretary advised. She frowned a little. Justin’s here? He must love Crystal so much to accompany her in a fitting, it’s not even her wedding gown yet. Her lips stretched into a bitter smile. Truly, nothing is permanent. Five years ago, this man doted on her best friend. Now, he’s here accompanying another woman to fit a dress which was hand painted by his former lover no less. What a twist of Fate!
“Crystal, Justin,” Mary greeted the two who quietly sat side by side on the couch.
“Mary,” Crystal said and getting out of her seat to give her a hug.
Justin just continued sitting and looked as if the world owed him money. Mary just ignored him and guided Crystal into the changing room where her dress hung by the window.
Crystal could not help but give a little scream upon laying her eyes on the dress. She already loved Mary’s dress as it is, but with the hand-painted flowers, it elevated the dress further. She couldn’t wait to try it on.
Crystal stood in front of the full-length mirror and admired herself. She did not know how many times she told Mary how much she loved it. She looked like a nature sprite. The painting gave an illusion that the flowers danced at her every move.
“Do you want to show it to him?” Mary asked.
“Yes.”
“Ok. Do you want me to call him over or do you want to go out of the dressing room?”
Crystal thought for a while and said, “I think it’ll be more romantic if I walked out of here, what do you think?”
“You’re right. I’ll tell him you’re going out then.”
Mary walked out the dressing room and cleared her throat exaggeratedly, successfully getting Justin’s attention.
“Mr. Rain, Ms. Smith is coming out.”
As if on cue, soon as Mary uttered the word ‘out’ Crystal glided out of the dressing room. She’s tempted to roll her eyes on Crystal’s exaggerated walk.
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