Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 820

Chapter 820

The engagement ceremony was scheduled to be held in the hotel.

Guests invited included relatives and good friends of the Ford family, as well as some of Weston’s business partners.

Stella had expected the engagement ceremony to be simple and straightforward, given the little time that Weston had to put things together.

She thought that, at most, it would be the Ford family gathering for a meal, but she was surprised to see so many guests instead.

She sat before the mirror in the dressing room as anxiety crept into her heart.

Weston was all dressed and ready.

He was out of bed earlier than her and was already in his suit and pants while she was still blurred with sleep.

Thanks to his outstandingly dashing looks, there was no need for him to do much to make himself look more presentable and eye-catching amidst the crowd.

The moment Stella got out of bed, she found herself ushered into the dressing room and manhandled by the make-up artist, who was at that moment rolling in an entire row of haute couture gowns and seeking her opinion.

“Madam, these are this season’s haute couture gowns that have just been launched. Many popular celebrities fought for these, but they were unable to get their hands on them...”

She surveyed the woman in the mirror and said with envy, “Mr. Ford treats you so well.”

Stella smiled. “That white dress will do.”

She pointed to a minimalistic chiffon dress with gardenia flowers adorning the hem.

Fine silk lay below the white organza, without excessive adornments and embellishments on the gown. It could be considered the most low-profile and modest-looking option amidst the row of dresses.

The make-up artist’s eyes lit up. “You have excellent taste!”

She pulled the dress out and exclaimed, “This dress is my favorite one, too. It exemplifies the beauty of gardenia flowers very well.”

It was only then that Stella had a good look at what the entire dress looked like.

The design on the top was deliberately minimalistic, whereas the hem displayed the essence of the piece— impeccably lifelike Gardenia flowers that had been hand-sewn on it.

The flowers looked freshly plucked, their petals adorned with beads of morning dew that seemed on the verge of falling to the feet of its wearer.

As the make-up artist shook out the hem of the dress, her movements seemed to trigger a whiff of gardenia fragrance.