However, they had something else to do now.
Ernest said, “Go straighten up yourself. We’ll go to the sample studio later.”
“What?” Florence asked in surprise, “Are we chosen to visit the sample studio?”
There were all designed clothes for the whole fashion show. Could she look at them closely? She could even meet the designers and talk to them, couldn’t she?
Florence had never expected that she would be so lucky.
Ernest hesitated and answered, “Sort of.”
He meant yes.
However, Florence sensed something fishy when looking at his hesitant face.
She guessed that Ernest had used his power to get in by the back door.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so lucky.
Since they could go there, Florence didn’t care that much. She wouldn’t waste such a good chance.
Immediately, she got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom.
While walking, she said, “I’ll be ready soon.”
Perhaps Ernest wanted Florence to sleep in longer, he didn’t wake her up much earlier before two o’clock. There were only less than twenty minutes left.
Florence checked the time and straightened herself as fast as she could.
It didn’t take her much time to fix her makeup, but it was more troublesome to put the evening dress back on.
Florence put on the dress in difficulty, but she found a problem that brought her a migraine.
The dress was well-designed with high quality, but the back of the dress needed to be tied up. She couldn’t do it herself why twisting her hands. There must be someone to help her.
In the morning, she asked a coworker for help, but now...
Ernest was the only one in the room besides her.
Should she ask him for help?
As soon as Florence thought of the scene that Ernest helped her tie up the belts, her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. Her breath was even fastened.
However, if she didn’t ask him for help, she couldn’t go out in this evening dress.
After hesitating for another two or three valuable minutes, Florence could tell that there wouldn’t be enough time left. Gritting her teeth, she pulled the door of the bathroom.
“Well, Mr. Hawkins, could you do me a favor, please?”
Ernest had already put his suit jacket on and straightened himself up. He looked noble and handsome.
He tilted to look at her head poked from the bathroom. “What can I do for you?”
Florence’s face was a bit reddened. “The back of my dress needs to be tied up. I can’t do it myself. Could you help me do it please?”
“Of course,” Ernest agreed immediately, looking quite natural.
Florence couldn’t be embarrassed anymore.
She made up her mind and pulled the bathroom door open.
Ernest strode over into the bathroom. As soon as his tall and strong body entered it, the bathroom seemed to be quite crowded.
Florence was standing in front of the full-length mirror with her back to him, but she could see him clearly through the reflection.
Her face turned red, standing upright in nervous.
“Please pull the belt back and forth tightly, and then make a bowknot.”
Although it wasn’t a difficult job, Florence still gave him detailed instructions. After all, for a superior man like Ernest, he might never have tied the dress belt for a girl before.
At the thought of it, Florence felt that she was so honored.
It would be wonderful if she didn’t feel so embarrassed and nervous as she should have a great sense of accomplishment.
“Okay,” Ernest answered gently.
His calm gaze fell on Florence’s back.
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