Chapter 121 - Do I Have To Decide? (2) (1/2)

Elena could not hide her surprise as Mirabelle ran towards Carlisle. He was seated on the couch with his long legs crossed and his usual air of pride about him. It was a unique charisma only given off by the Crown Prince.

“You finally arrived.”

“Yes, I came with my sister, but it seems you were here first.”

Mirabelle showed no signs of surprise of seeing him here. Elena was the only one in the room who felt like she had been struck by a bolt from blue.

“What are you doing here?”

Mirabelle answered before Carlisle could.

“I sent him a message today saying we were going to see your wedding dress. I said that if he had the time, the two of you could look together and choose, but I didn’t expect him to be here.”

Elena looked to Carlisle for confirmation, and he nodded.

“I had a free schedule today. I was curious about my bride’s dress.”

He could have given word to Elena at least. She looked at him, put out.

“Next time, please tell me in advance.”

“I was planning to tell you when you contacted me. But for some reason you never did.”

At his strange remark, Elena still harbored a feeling of doubt.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of I do.”

He denied it, but somehow she didn’t believe it. Mirabelle was gazing at them starry-eyed from the side.

“First, you should share your words slowly while looking at the wedding dresses.”

At her words, Carlisle relaxed and smoothly patted the seat by his side.

“Come here.”

There was a seduction in every small gesture that he made. Elena wasn’t the only one who felt the same way, and even Madame Mitchell was standing red-faced behind her. Carlisle’s presence was enough to thrill even a middle-aged woman. Elena hesitated for a moment, but soon seated herself next to Carlisle. This was her place from now on.

“Ah.”

Madame Mitchell fought to cool her red face and spoke again in a polite voice.

“I’ll show you the five wedding dresses that we have prepared.”

That was more dresses than Elena expected.

“You already have five of them?”

“Oh, yes. Thanks to this young lady’s quick and precise orders, we’ve been working as fast as we can. If you don’t like the five that we have, we can create a new design.”

Mirabelle, who seated herself opposite of Elena, nodded.

“We don’t have much time until the wedding, so I asked her to do five designs that would suit you. If you don’t like them, then you don’t have to sign the contract.”

Elena hadn’t expected this much progress, and she felt grateful to Mirabelle for going beyond her expectations. There must be some reason why her sister chose this place, even though they had received estimates from several different shops. Anco would take a loss from the four other dresses that weren’t sold, but they were determined to be the ones to make the dress for the Crown Princess. After quickly understanding the situation, Elena wondered what dresses she had prepared.

“Let’s take a look.”

Madame Mitchell stepped up to a small stage and pulled the curtain aside.

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