No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 640

Chapter 640 The Moon-White Gown

Amelia hesitated, then asked carefully, “Do you happen to like the Cindaran-style gown?”

Sophie’s eyes lit up immediately.

“Oh, absolutely!” The warmth in her voice was impossible to contain. “For a while, I wore Cindaran-style gowns almost exclusively when I went out. That particular elegance, the kind that belongs to Amitian women, no other style of dress can replicate it. But I’m afraid it’s been quite some time since I’ve seen a new design that truly caught my eye.”

She looked at Amelia with a thread of hope in her expression. “Is that your specialty, Ms. Harlow? The Cindaran gown?”

Amelia smiled modestly. “I wouldn’t call it a specialty exactly, but I did run a studio focused on them for some time.”

“Did you really?” Sophie looked genuinely pleased. “Then you must show me your portfolio later. Come, I want to take you somewhere.”

With that, she led Amelia with purpose through a section displaying Eropalean court gowns and into the far side of the collection room.

The Cindaran pieces took up a significant portion of the space, enough to make the owner’s preference plain.

A full row of glass cases held gown after gown, from strictly classical 30s-era cuts to modern interpretations, in fabrics that ranged from heavy brocade to gossamer silk to dense velvet. Each one carried the sensibility of its time.

Amelia moved slowly along the cases, looking at each piece with the full weight of her attention.

Then her feet stopped. At the far end of the section, on a raised platform of its own, stood a single gown in pale moon-white.

Where everything around it was rich and saturated, this one was almost without color, the way moonlight is almost without color, cool and luminous and utterly still.

The fabric was a top-grade floating silk that shifted under the spotlights like the surface of moving water. The only ornamentation was a few clusters of delicate fern, embroidered by hand in fine gold thread, trailing from the hem up toward the waist with a spare, unhurried grace.

It wasn’t the most technically ambitious piece in the room. The design wasn’t the most complex.

Amelia couldn’t look away from it.

The moon-white silk seemed to reach for something in her that she didn’t have a name for, pulling up layers of feeling she hadn’t known were there. Her heart was going faster than it made any sense.

It was like recognizing someone. Not a garment standing still behind glass, but something that knew her, something that had been waiting, calling out to her without making a sound.

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Chapter 540 The Mo

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She steadied herself and turned to Sophie. “Do you know the history of this one?”

Sophie’s face softened into something warm and private.

“This one.” she said, her gaze going to the gown with the faraway look of a memory being turned over, the gift my husband gave me when he proposed.”

She turned back to Amelia, and there was a trace of wistfulness in her expression. “It’s beautiful. Almost unreal, how beautiful it is. But the fit has never been right for me, so I’ve never actually worn it.”

Amelia looked at her with surprise. “For something this precious, why not have the designer alter it? I’d imagine she’d be happy to.”

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