She sounded confused, but I held my ground, persuading her with precise predictions about the future real estate market. Finally, she relented. "Alright. I trust your judgment."
Relief washed over me.
By the time I hung up, the car had stopped in front of a high-end bespoke suit shop. I got out, helped Jonas out of the car, and we walked in together.
The moment we entered, I saw Hailey. She was standing before a display, her eyes practically glued to a stylish designer gown.
"Scarlett would look absolutely stunning in this gown, don't you think?" she said, her voice laced with a sly, dreamy quality.
Blake stood beside her. At her words, his brow twitched. "Don't mention her name. She's lost her mind. But honestly, Hailey, you'd look much better in this than she ever could."
Hailey gave a demure laugh. "Really? But… this gown is so expensive. I couldn't possibly..."
Blake's expression softened. "Don't say that. If you like it, we'll buy it. Right now."
He pulled out his card to pay, then turned and his gaze met mine.
"Scarlett? What are you doing here?"
He snatched his hand back, pocketing the credit card as his eyes flickered to the man beside me. His handsome face instantly twisted into a scowl.
"You brought him here to get a custom suit? Are you really going to marry that blind man?"
