She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 978

The gowns featured heavy use of lace, tulle, embroidery, sequins, and crystals—never gaudy, but meticulously scattered across the fabric so they looked as though they were woven from pure light.

The skirts were dramatically long, pooling on the floor and flowing like water with every step.

Melanie had always favored Elie Saab.

And Preston's taste perfectly mirrored hers.

She quickly realized the entire store had been cleared of other customers; Preston had clearly made arrangements ahead of time.

The store manager and several attendants were waiting at the entrance, a curated selection of different styles already prepped.

Guided by the manager's expert recommendations, Melanie began trying them on.

She moved from the latest arrivals to classic silhouettes, from ivory white to soft nude pink.

Every single piece looked devastatingly beautiful on her.

The staff was mesmerized, and Preston was no exception.

Though he didn't say a word, with every new dress she modeled, the awe and raw appreciation in his eyes deepened.

"My God, ma'am, our brand was practically made for you. Everything looks so stunning on you, it's impossible to choose."

The manager couldn't hold back her praise.

It wasn't a sales pitch; it was genuine admiration.

The other attendants nodded vigorously in agreement.

Melanie was having a hard time choosing, too.

The more she tried on, the more she felt any one of them would be perfect.

"Why don't we just buy them all?" Preston suggested casually.

Melanie panicked and waved her hands.

The manager noticed her interest and hurried over to explain.

"Ma'am, this is a mermaid silhouette. It is brutally fitted from the waist down, flaring out only below the knee. This cut is notoriously unforgiving—it demands absolute perfection from the wearer's waist, hips, and leg length. Even the slightest flaw is instantly magnified."

"We've had many clients try it on, including international supermodels, but no one has been able to do it justice, so..."

Hearing the hesitation in the manager's voice, Melanie shrugged and smiled.

"I'll pass, then. Let's look at something else."

The words had barely left her mouth when a shrill, grating voice echoed from the entrance.

"Bring that blue dress to me. I want to try it on!"

Melanie, Preston, and the entire staff turned toward the door.

A young woman strutted in, swaying her hips aggressively in towering heels. She had heavily styled, voluminous waves, wore massive, ostentatious jewelry, and carried herself with overwhelming arrogance.