Page 102 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
Eloise laughed, and I rolled my eyes.
“Carlos—”
“Turn your cute little ass around and get back in there.” He waved his hand.
By the time I stepped into the fifth dress, I was dreading his reaction. I wasn’t a fan of this dress, but somehow, I thought he’d love it.
Carlos stood from the bench, walked over, and circled me.
“Hmm. Better. But that neckline? No. It looks like it’s trying to strangle you. Clavicle. We need to show some clavicle!” He turned to Cornelia. “Can we get something with a sweetheart neckline, please? Something that says sexy sophistication instead of Pilgrim chic?”
Eloise and Melissa started laughing, which made me cover my face to mask the laughter that wanted to escape.
“You’re—”
“I know, darling. I’m impossible. But trust me. When we find the one, we’ll both know, and I’ll cry harder than your sexy fiancé. Listen, doll.” He turned to Cornelia again. “You aren’t doing it. I’m sure you’re very good, but you’re missing our vision. Lead me to the dresses and let me look.”
I could tell poor Cornelia was irritated as she huffed and led him to the racks of dresses.
“He is right about that dress. You do look like a pilgrim.” Melissa laughed.
“Try this one, darling.” He pointed to the dress Cornelia was holding. “I’m getting good vibes just looking at it. And I swear I heard it call out your name.” He grinned.
Cornelia helped me into the dress, and instantly, tears filled my eyes when I saw myself in the mirror. A stunning off-the-shoulder, long-sleeved gown with elegant beading. This was it. The dress. The one. It was perfect, and I was too scared to step out of the dressing room.
“What is taking you so long?” Carlos shouted.
I slowly stepped out of the room and onto the platform. Carlos immediately cupped his hand over his mouth while tears filled his eyes.
“That’s it. That’s the one.” He walked over and ran his hand over the fabric. “Charlotte, you look like a timeless, sophisticated princess.”
“I love it so much, Charlotte,” Eloise said.
“So do I,” Melissa said.
Carlos yanked on the sleeves.
“With just a few modifications, this dress will be more perfect than it already is.”
“What modifications?” I furrowed my brows.
“The sleeves. I want hidden snaps or buttons so after the ceremony, we can take them off and make it look like youchanged dresses. It’ll be fabulous, darling. Cornelia, can you do that for us?”
“Let me go get our seamstress,” she said.
A few moments later, Cornelia and the seamstress returned. I had no choice but to buy this dress because there wasn’t enough time to order one.
“Yes, I can remove the sleeves, sew on a couple of buttons, and then reattach them. Not a problem.”
“Perfect. I’m saying yes to the dress!” I grinned.
After we tuckedEloise into bed, I grabbed my laptop and curled up on the couch, going over the guest list one last time before sending out the invitations. Ashton walked into the living room with the smug look he always had when he knew he was in trouble.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Going over the guest list one last time.”
“About that. We need to add John and Kitty Corners to the guest list.”
