Page 54 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

"Well, she'll look even beautiful if she wears a sack, so it's difficult," he looks at me with an analytical eye. "As I've said, you're already perfect."

"This tie sucks, I don't like the color and the pattern," I state as I take off the tie. Antonio's mouth gapes open. I hand the tie to his assistant.

"You're harder to please than a woman! I'm telling you that it suits you," he tells me.

I can't help it, I'm fussy when it comes to my clothing. Maybe because I'm the son of the Fashion Empress. I've always had the best clothing since I was a kid. And now that I'm an adult, I still do.

"My God, Grant! I'm the designer here!" Antonio shouts as he trembles in exasperation. "You can choose what you like. Go on…"

Antonio sits down on the couch.

"It took us two hours to find a suit for you, and we're taking longer on a tie?" Antonio's about to go crazy. He looks like he's ready to gut me.

"You know me, I'm very particular with my clothes," I tell him as I open every drawer that has a tie in it. Fortunately, we're in the company's private dressing room that has an abundance of clothing.

The ones that can use this are the top executives every time there's an event. Or some of the high-ranking models.

I look at every piece, rubbing and testing the clothing used to make the tie. I inspect the color, and finally, after almost thirty minutes of deliberation, I found something that I like.

"This one," I tell Antonio as I tie the silver patterned necktie to my neck. It looks good against my suit. I look amazing in it.

"Finally," I hear Antonio murmurs as he stands up and moves closer to me to adjust my clothing. "You look good in that tie. I thought that you're going to take another hour."

He can't help but praise me. I smirk, of course, I know what to use. I might be an accountant, but not your usual one. I'm not some nerd who doesn't know fashion.

"You're going to invite the CEO, right?" Antonio asks out of the blue. I look at his reflection in the mirror. I want to personally invite my mom and not just hand an invitation. My mother's an important person in my life, and I want her to love the people that I love too.

Like Sonya and Lauralee. Especially Lauralee. The girl is such a cute kid, and it will leave a strong impression on her if my mom rejects her. It won't be good for a kid.

"Yes, I will. In fact, I'm going now," I tell Antonio as I pick up my suit jacket. "I have to go and talk to her. Her presence will be much appreciated. And I expect you to be there?"

"Of course, I will," Antonio grins. I nod my head and left. I can hear him shrieking as I walk away. He doesn't have enough time to prepare for the ball himself.

I'm sure he's worst than me.

Talking to my mom isn't that easy, especially when we disagree on something. I need her to accept Sonya and Lauralee. It will be nice if she can get along with them and get to know them.

Her approval of Sonya matters, and so her approval of the money too. I want her to be proud of me. I guess it can't be helped, she's my mother. She also has high expectations of me; that's why we clash with our differing values.

Most of all, she thinks I'm some irresponsible playboy. I was treated as one, almost my whole life. Well, it was what I wanted people to think. It's my fault.

"Is my mom in?" I ask her secretary. The woman looks at me, wide-eyed. I guess she's a new one. My mom changes secretaries almost all the time, some can't keep up with her. This place isn't for the faint-hearted.

Only a few stayed.

"She's inside," she manages to answer me. I nod at her and knock on my mom's office door.

"Come in," she shouts. I take a deep breath and opens the door. She knows I'm busy with something these past few weeks, but she didn't ask me what it is about. Even though we fight a lot, she trusts me.

"Mom," I greet her. There's not much time left for the gala. We only have another three hours, but I know my mom can get ready during that time. She's the Fashion Empress.

Mom looks at me through her glasses. She takes it off and puts it on her table. She leans back on her chair as she eyes me.

"Is there something you need?" Mom asks me. "You were very busy these past few weeks."

"Yes, mom," I reply to her as I move closer to her table. Then, I place a simple but elegant black and white envelope in front of her. The invitation's inside. Mom stared at it like it's some dangerous weapon or something.

"What kind of invitation is this?" she asks me. I take a calming breath.

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