He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 624

The man standing beside her possessed strikingly handsome, Adonis-like features. He was the picture of perfectly tailored sophistication. The way he looked at her—with eyes brimming to the absolute brim with tenderness and devotion—was enough to make anyone burn with envy.

Yardley's eyes locked onto the sight, his breath entirely catching in his throat.

Veronica stood utterly dumbfounded. It took her several long seconds to finally process what she was seeing.

The woman stepping out of the stretch limousine, dressed in haute couture, exuding an aura of breathtaking elegance and beauty, was none other than Scarlett.

Veronica felt like she had just been punched in the chest a thousand times over.

This made no sense...

The Scarlett in her memory was always barefaced, exhausted, and dressed in completely forgettable, frumpy clothes.

How could the woman standing before her be so stunning? She looked like a flawless, luminous jewel—so radiant that it was almost impossible to look directly at her.

Veronica involuntarily glanced down at her own bright green dress...

Just moments ago, she had been smugly confident that her bold fashion choice and vibrant color would make her the center of attention in any room.

But now, standing in the overwhelming presence of Scarlett's timeless elegance, Veronica suddenly felt like her dress was nothing but a tacky, gaudy mistake.

Beside Scarlett, she was reduced to nothing more than a green, leafy background prop.

Hearing the crowd's audible gasps, Scarlett felt a flutter of anxiety and nervously glanced down at her gown.

Julian had just taken her to a luxury boutique to change into it.

The store manager had told her that Julian had custom-ordered this gown specifically for her three months ago.

Julian had playfully called it a "happy singlehood" gift. Scarlett had found it far too extravagant and frantically tried to decline.

But Julian had smoothly countered, reminding her that she had bought him a suit not too long ago. He insisted this was merely a return gift, leaving her no room to refuse.

She had no idea how he had even managed to get her measurements.

Even Scarlett felt like she was in a dream.

When she stepped out of the limo, she genuinely felt like she had been magically turned into a princess from a fairy tale.

This intense, surreal sense of luxury made her feel jittery and out of place.

Sensing her unease, Julian leaned in slightly and whispered in her ear.

"Don't be afraid, Scarlett. Boldly say goodbye to the past and embrace your new beginning. Tonight, you just need to be your most radiant self. You've got this."

*Yes, she had this...*

Today was the day she formally cut ties with her suffocating past—the life of a suppressed trophy wife who had to bury her own light to survive. She was stepping into her new life as an independent woman.

She took a deep breath, exchanged an encouraging smile with Julian, and gracefully began ascending the stairs.

Barely a few steps up, she spotted two figures standing a short distance away, completely frozen like stone statues. It was Yardley and Veronica.