CHAPTER 169

　　Olivia's POV

　　The bedroom was just as opulent as the rest of the penthouse, with its massive king-size bed and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Everything was perfectly in place as if styled for a magazine shoot.

　　On the bed lay an elegantly wrapped box with a satin bow.

　　"What's this?" I called out over my shoulder.

　　"Open it and see," Christopher's voice floated from the living room.

　　I approached the bed cautiously. The box was heavy, its contents shifting slightly as I picked it up. Carefully, I untied the bow and lifted the lid.

　　Inside was a stunning dress—deep emerald green silk that shimmered under the light—the kind of dress you'd see on red carpets or at lavish galas.

　　"You got me a dress?" I shouted back.

　　"Not just any dress," he replied, sauntering into the room.

　　"What's so special about this one?" I held it against me; it looked like it would fit perfectly.

　　"It's for tonight," he said casually.