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.


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