Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 800

Chapter 800 The Black Card

Chapter 800 The Black Card

“Understood.” Harold’s tone made it sound like he’d just been told off.

Claudia couldn’t help but smile quietly to herself–so even someone like Harold got scolded sometimes.

Harold followed Damian into the study to talk, with Harvey trailing behind them.

Meanwhile, Isabelle took Claudia to see the wedding dresses.

Damian had set up a private design studio for Isabelle in the building out back, where she often worked on her sewing.

When Claudia stepped inside, she was completely taken aback.

The space was filled with breathtaking dresses, one more beautiful than the next, stretching as far as she could see.

But what truly caught her eye was the black wedding dress displayed to the side–it stood out more than anything else in the room.

Sunlight poured gently through the window, settling over the dark gown. The real diamonds sewn onto it sparkled softly, giving the dress an almost otherworldly glow, as if it had been reborn in the light.

Isabelle noticed Claudia’s gaze fixed on it.

“Do you like it?”

Claudia was mesmerized. “It’s stunning–absolutely gorgeous.”

She had never seen a wedding dress so elegantly designed. Rows of genuine diamonds trailed down from the waist, starting densely before tapering off delicately. Wearing it would make anyone look like a striking black swan.

Then it dawned on her. She turned toward Isabelle. “Is this…?”

“As long as you love it,” Isabelle replied gently, taking Claudia’s hand. “Let’s have you try it on.”

“But… this looks incredibly expensive.” The diamonds alone must have cost a fortune.

“It was always meant for you.”

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Harvey had begun preparing it not long after returning from overseas.

Back when Harold had taken Claudia wedding dress shopping, Harvey hadn’t felt it was his place to mention this gown.

And Harold hadn’t brought it up either–he knew how long Harvey had been working on it.

Now, finally, it would belong to its intended wearer.

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As Claudia looked at the dress, hearing Isabelle say it was made for her made her think of Harvey.

She and Harold had only gone shopping for dresses a few days earlier, and Harold hadn’t said anything, about one being made at home. So if Isabelle said it was for her… it could only mean Harvey was behind it.

How heartbreaking must that have been for him back then? To care for someone so deeply, to come so close to marrying her…

But now, things had unfolded in a way that gave everyone what they needed.

Isabelle carefully lifted the dress off the mannequin and carried it behind the curtained fifting area. With an encouraging smile at Claudia, she stepped out.

Left alone, Claudia studied the gown laid out before her.

The Bowman family had truly gone above and beyond for her–practically handing her a fully prepared wedding on a silver platter. All she had to do was show up as the bride.

Goodness really does come back around. Sometimes it arrives late, but it always finds its way.

Graham had told her that more times than she could remember, always with that same wistful look in his eyes–like part of him still carried the weight of the past.

Claudia slipped into the dress. The back was laced, but it fit her shape so perfectly she hardly needed to tighten it at all.

“All set?” Isabelle called from outside the curtain.

“Ready.” Claudia quickly checked the areas on her neck she’d covered that morning–everything was neatly concealed.

She drew the curtain aside, and sunlight washed over her.

Under the natural light, the diamonds on the black wedding dress truly came alive, shimmering with a subdued brilliance.

Against Claudia’s fair skin, the black fabric made her glow even more brightly.

Isabelle looked at her, genuinely moved. She really was beautiful.

Walking over, she adjusted the waist from behind. “Such a slender waist–any smaller and this dress wouldn’t hang right,” she remarked, meeting Claudia’s eyes in the full–length mirror.

Claudia did keep in shape–she worked out regularly, and it showed. Her waist was toned, almost athletic.

Almost unconsciously, she brushed her hand over her side. Harold had held her there just the night before, his grip firm and possessive.

Once Isabelle finished with the final adjustments, the dress seemed to transform on Claudia–it looked made for her and alive in motion.

GAY

Isabelle’s eyes drifted to Claudia’s neckline. “Wait right here one moment,” she said, then stepped out.

Alone again, Claudia studied her reflection, wondering what Harold’s expression would be if he saw her like this. A faint, private smile touched her lips.

Not long after, a familiar silhouette appeared reflected in the mirror.

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