Looking at the chat box showing "typing...", I immediately blocked her.
After the two families set the wedding date, news of the White and Frost families' alliance quickly spread throughout their social circles.
I accompanied Elise to "Starlight", Foster Group's most high-end bridal shop, to select a wedding dress.
She stood quietly in front of the mirror, allowing the chief designer to adjust a simple and elegant satin gown for her.
"Mr. Frost, Miss Winters, this 'Aurora' design is understated yet sophisticated, very fitting for Miss Winters' cool demeanor," the designer said respectfully.
I nodded, "What do you think, Elise?"
Elise smiled faintly at her reflection in the mirror, her gaze calm. "It's beautiful. However, I have a gallery meeting this afternoon, so I may need to leave soon. For the rest, Frost, you can take a look for me. I trust your judgment."
She was always considerate and never caused me any trouble, a stark contrast to Susan.
"Alright," I agreed, signaling my assistant to escort her.
After Elise left, I remained in the store, asking the designer to showcase several top-tier wedding gowns as alternatives.I'm going to ensure that at our wedding three days from now, my bride will be the most dazzling presence in the room.
This isn't just to satisfy the Winters Family; it's also my final farewell to that ridiculous infatuation from my past.
Just then, the familiar sound of high heels and boisterous laughter echoed from the entrance of the club.
"Oh, Aria, you're making a mountain out of a molehill. Frost is just throwing a little tantrum. He'll be fine in a couple of days..."
Susan strutted in, arm-in-arm with Aria, her demeanor oozing arrogance.
Her eyes immediately landed on me, and then on the "galaxy-inspired" wedding gown beside me, draped on a mannequin, shimmering with diamonds.
Her eyes lit up instantly, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards in an unmistakable "I knew it" smirk of satisfaction and pride.
She let go of Aria and made a beeline for me, her gaze lingering greedily on the "galaxy-inspired" gown.
"Well, Frost, not bad taste at all. This 'galaxy-inspired' piece? It suits me perfectly."
She even reached out to touch the wedding dress, but I coldly stepped aside to block her."Miss Shaw," my voice remained utterly flat, as calm as a dead pond, "You've misunderstood. This wedding gown, and all the gowns here, are not meant for you."
Susan's movements froze, a hint of irritation in her voice: "Not for me? Frost, are you still mad at me?"
"Come on, drop the act. I know I upset you pretty badly the other day, what with you blocking me and pulling that arranged marriage smoke screen. Now you're sneaking in here to pick out a wedding dress for me..."
"Susan," I stared directly into her eyes, enunciating each word with crystal clarity, "You seem to have misread the situation entirely."
I raised my hand, pointing at that wedding gown and the other exquisite dresses on display around us, my voice as cold as ice: "These are selections I'm making for my fiancée."
"As for you?" I twisted my lips into a sneer, "You don't even have the right to set foot in here."