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You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 428

Lisa kept bowing in apology. "Miss Ye, I'm really sorry. Your wedding dresses are still on the second floor. I'll ask them to bring them down for you right away."

Then, she elbowed the saleswoman who was holding her deep bow and asked her to go upstairs to fetch the wedding dresses.

The saleslady pulled the male clerk's arm, and they went upstairs together.

Lisa slowly straightened up to see Vivian's gaze still fixed on the dreamy gown behind her, fierce obsession burning in her eyes. The woman looked like she wanted to elope with the dress.

"Whose wedding dress is it?" Just now, Vivian had been entirely focused on the dress that she didn't catch what they had said.

Even though the lights were on, Vivian was still fascinated by the wedding dress in front of her. She slowly walked towards it and asked, "Who designed this wedding dress? Do you have their card? Is it too late for me to hire them to design a wedding dress for me?"

"Miss Ye, I'm afraid that you would be doomed to disappointment. The designer of this wedding dress has vowed that this was the only wedding dress he would design in his lifetime." Lisa stood in front of the gown to subtly block Vivian's hand.

Lisa kept a respectful smile on her face at all times, making it difficult for Vivian to push her away.

Reluctantly, Vivian withdrew her hand. Her chin raised haughtily, she demanded, "Just give me the card of the designer."

"Miss Ye, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, but you already know who designed this wedding dress," Lisa said. "It's Mr. Shi."

With surprise and excitement, Vivian asked, "Did John design it for me?"

"It's a wedding dress designed by Mr. Shi for his wife. The dress's name is Starry River." Lisa answered the question truthfully, if not directly. "This wedding dress was designed and made by Mr. Shi himself, from start to finish. From cutting and sewing, Mr. Shi did them all. He sewed the fireflies on the hemline by hand, stitch by stitch. It took him almost six months to complete the dress."

As Lisa told the dress's background, a warm draft blew on the dress, gently ruffling the diaphanous layers.

John poured all of his efforts into the Starry River. Each thread represented his longing for Nina.

John remembered the twinkle in her eyes when she smiled. Knowing that his wife loved stars, he designed a flowing river of stars. Nina also liked fireflies, so he embroidered them on the garment one by one.

He was intimately familiar with Nina's graceful figure and all of her measurements, especially her slender waist. Thus, the bodice portion of the Starry River was incredibly narrow.

Except for Nina, no one was thin enough to fit into the dress. No one else could take his longing.

Some people became lovesick from missing their beloved, while John chose to make a dress to represent how much he missed his wife.

Lisa gazed at the dazzling, daintily elegant Starry River as if she were looking at Nina.

'While Mr. Shi was designing the gown, he must be imagining how his wife would look like in this dress.'

Out loud, she stated again, "This is the Starry River, a gift from Mr. Shi to his wife." Tears started to well up in Lisa's eyes. She was at an age in which beautiful love stories would no longer make her tear up. However, the mental image of John making the dress still made her want to cry.

John must have loved his wife so much that he threw away the dignity he had cherished for thirty years and asked someone to teach him how to make a dress.

"Really? It's for me?" Immersed in her own fantasies, Vivian blushed. "So, did you just say you brought the wrong wedding dress on purpose to surprise me?"

Her question was answered with silence. Lisa wanted to roll her eyes.

But Vivian was her customer, and she couldn't be rude.

"Miss Ye, you'll see your dresses soon." With her unfailingly polite smile on her face, Lisa gestured toward the stairs with her right hand.

The pitter-patter of footsteps sounded from upstairs.

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