No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 258

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Hannah had brought it up on purpose, hoping to hint, roundabout, that she still needed a proper outfit for the gala.

After all, she was going as his date. How she looked would reflect on him too.

But Ethan did not even lift his eyes.

“No need,” he said fla

tly. Just two calm and cold words. “You’re attending as a finalist in a design competition, not as a socialite and not as my accessory. Dressing too fancy would look like you’re trying too hard and invite gossip. Clean and appropriate is enough.”

Hannah’s smile froze on her face. The embarrassment hit her hard.

She hadn’t expected him to be this unromantic. He showed no intention at all of getting her an outfit.

“Oh… I guess that’s true,” she said with a dry laugh, lowering her head. She jabbed the mushrooms in her bowl over and over with her fork.

A sharp sense of unfairness spread in her chest.

Why did Amelia get a whole room full of luxury dresses and jewelry, while she couldn’t even hope to wear one nice outfit to an event?

While Hannah burned with quiet resentment, the scene tens of miles away told a very different

story.

Amelia had just finished lunch. She was sitting on a swing chair in the garden, reviewing design drafts, when two black business vans pulled up silently at the estate gate.

A group of people in black uniforms followed the butler inside, each carrying sleek silver cases. The woman leading them, a well–groomed lady in her 40s, stopped in front of Amelia and bowed deeply.

“Hello, Ms. Harlow. We’re the styling team sent by Mr. Everett. We’re here to handle your full look for tonight’s gala.”

Amelia looked up in surprise, her eyes moving toward Mason, who was on the phone not far

away.

He finished the call and walked over, giving her a small nod. “I arranged it.”

Amelia frowned slightly, feeling it was a bit much. “It’s just a charity gala. Isn’t this too over the top? I’m only one of the judges. Dressing too flashy wouldn’t be right.”

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“No,” Mason said firmly.

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“Listen, Amelia. This public appearance isn’t just about you. It also represents the image of Stardale.

“Our future brand style is luxury, precision, and one of a kind. As the top designer of the brand, your first official appearance can’t be casual.”

With Mason putting it that way, Amelia had no room to refuse.

She looked at the professional team in front of her, a setup worthy of a top celebrity, and sighed, half helpless, half amused. Standing up from the swing, she let them take over.

“All right, Mr. Everett,” she said. “Your call.”

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall floor–to–ceiling windows.

The air held a soft mix of hairspray and perfume.

After two full hours of careful work, the stylist finally set down her brow brush, stepped back, and admired her work with a smile. “All done. Ms. Harlow, you can take a look now.”

Amelia slowly opened her eyes and lifted her gaze to the large three–panel mirror in front of her.

Her once bare face now wore light, clean makeup. It didn’t hide her natural features. Instead, like a skilled painter, it used light and shadow to bring out the gentle shape of her eyes and brows.

Her long hair, lightly curled, was swept up into an elegant bun at the back of her head. It looked effortless, but every detail was planned. A few loose strands fell along her cheeks and neck, giving her a soft, relaxed charm.

The cool distance she usually carried was gone. In its place was a quiet, graceful beauty.

“Please change into the gown, Ms. Harlow,” the assistant said.

With help, Amelia slipped into the mermaid dress made just for her.

The gown was a deep ocean blue, like a midnight sky over the sea.

The top was crafted from the finest silk, hugging her shape perfectly.

The smartest detail was the skirt.

Because her leg hadn’t fully healed, the designer avoided the usual tight mermaid cut. Instead,

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the skirt gently opened at the knees, flowing down like a mermaid’s tail fin and falling naturally

to her ankles.

Tiny hand–sewn sequins covered the dress in soft gradients.

With even the smallest movement, they caught the light, as if she were wearing the ocean itself.

Holding onto the clothing rack, Amelia slowly turned in a circle.

The hem traced a smooth, elegant line through the air.

She truly liked it. It was glamorous, yet full of life.

She lifted her eyes and met Mason’s gaze through the mirror. A little unsure, she asked, “What do you think? Is it too-”

“A bit empty.”

Mason cut her off and walked over.

His eyes passed over her flawless makeup and perfect gown before stopping at her long, graceful neck.

It was bare and did look a little plain.

Without explaining, he turned and took a velvet box from the assistant’s hands.

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