Shredded Vows: The Billionaire’s Secret Heir novel Chapter 43

The doors to The Mrs. Gray Collection on the second floor were wide open. By the time Gideon appeared in the doorway, Lydia had already changed into a gown.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror while Maisy adjusted the intricate details of the hem.

Gideon gazed at her from behind. The overhead lights cascaded down, highlighting her soft, stunning curves.

The deep blue gown was studded with dazzling rhinestones that shimmered like a starry sky. The skirt cascaded to the floor like liquid water, making her look absolutely breathtaking.

"Hello, sir," Maisy quickly greeted upon spotting him. "Mrs. Gray is all finished changing."

Lydia turned around, the skirt sweeping in an elegant arc. A hint of apprehension laced her gentle gaze.

She wore no makeup, her face clean and naturally radiant, with her hair casually pinned back. Yet, she looked flawlessly beautiful.

Gideon stepped inside, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. For a brief second, this woman left him completely mesmerized.

"What do you think of this one?" Lydia asked, terrified that it wouldn't match his taste. But honestly, it was the only one that covered her properly.

Gideon snapped out of his daze, his handsome face betraying no emotion. His eyes slowly swept over her, ultimately resting on her fully concealed back.

Then, he shifted his gaze to the nearby display case and pointed. "Wouldn't that purple one with the tassels look better?"

Lydia's expression stiffened slightly, a bitter tang hitting her heart.

Maisy quickly lowered her voice to explain. "Sir, the dress Mrs. Gray is wearing perfectly covers the scar on her back." You must know your own wife has a massive scar, right?

"..." Gideon had, in fact, just remembered. He frowned slightly but said nothing more.

"I'll take this one," Lydia said, the corners of her lips turning up into a faint smile. She turned to Maisy. "I'll change out of it. Please wrap it up for me."

"Right away."

Earlier, when Lydia had left her office and gotten into his car, someone had snapped a picture of her profile.

The photo was crystal clear. Since she was a complete unknown, the internet couldn't immediately identify her. But the moment the news broke, the speculation about her identity ignited.

The couple agreed.

Lydia was in high spirits as she bid everyone farewell.

Walking beside Gideon, they had barely stepped out of the boutique when she spotted someone near the black Bentley. It was a young woman dressed in a chic tweed suit, sporting long, chestnut waves and dazzling red lips.

"Gideon!" she cheered, practically skipping toward him and completely ignoring Lydia.

Gideon pulled the girl into a hug, a doting smile spreading across his face. "Did you wait long? Are you tired from standing? Why didn't you sit in the car?" He smoothed her hair. "Come on, get in. I'm taking my sweetie to get some good food!"

Watching them walk away, Lydia froze in place, her spine stiffening. For a second, she thought she was hallucinating.

"Oh, right." Gideon stopped after two steps with his arm still around the girl. He turned back to Lydia. "Grab a cab back to your office."

With that, he led the girl to the car, chivalrously opening the door for her.