Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 581

“Mr. Nacht has ordered three tailor-made gowns along with three sets of matching accessories and shoes. These gowns are meant to be worn at the wedding.” The designer continued with a cordial smile, “May I show you the pieces?”

“Of course,” Charlotte replied with a mirroring smile. “Mrs. Rawlston, please bring them to the dressing room. I’ll be there shortly.”

“Yes, Miss.” Mrs. Rawlston escorted the small group to Charlotte’s personal dressing room.

The dressing room was previously a guestroom, but Zachary had it remodeled into a large dressing room for Charlotte. It had an alcove specially designed to keep her jewelry, and a platform was placed at the center of the room.

“I thought you were going back to your hometown. Why did he order these gowns?” Mrs. Berry voiced her confusion.

“I have no idea too.” Charlotte’s eyebrows knitted together as she wondered out loud, “She mentioned that those are wedding-appropriate dresses, but I don’t have any upcoming weddings to attend.”

As she mulled over it, her phone rang with an incoming call from Zachary. “Have the dresses arrived?”

“Yes,” Charlotte answered. “Why did you make a custom order for evening gowns out of the blue? And whose wedding are we attending?”

“Hector and Helena’s,” Zachary replied simply.

Charlotte was stunned. “Since when did I agree to attend their wedding?”

“Can’t you keep me company?” Zachary cajoled, his voice gentle.

“You’re planning to show up?” Charlotte was even more dumbfounded. “The high-and-mighty, narcissistic Zachary Nacht is going to attend his nemesis’ wedding?”

“They’re not worthy of being my nemesis,” Zachary commented nonchalantly. “But you are on the right track. My actual nemesis will be at the wedding, which is why I have to go.”

His reply piqued Charlotte’s curiosity. “You actually have a nemesis? Who is it?”

“I’ll tell you when I get back later.” Charlotte could hear the chatter of shareholders in the background. “Attend tomorrow’s wedding with me before going back to your hometown,” Zachary implored.

“Alright.” Charlotte had no choice but to agree. “Get back to work. We can talk about this when you get back.”