Chapter 579 Perfect Black Swan
Catherine sensed his hesitation and glanced at him sideways.
Paxton immediately stepped forward and asked, âWhatâs the issue?â
The shop owner wore a gloomy expression, trying hard not to let his emotions show. He shook his head slightly.
âNo problem. This dress is from a top- notch designer. It is the final masterpiece showcased in this yearâs fashion week and was meticulously created by dozens of skilled craftsmen. Let me take it off for you now, and letâs see if youâre satisfied with how it looks when you try it on!â
Catherine didnât care about the extravagant praise the shop owner was spouting. She thought this dress looked simple.
Among these various formal dresses, it looked special and also the most comfortable piece to wear.
After the staff hung up the formal dress, she politely invited Catherine to try it on in the fitting room.
Catherine casually took off the peaked cap on her head, and her hair, shining like seaweed, naturally poured down.
When the shop owner laid eyes on Catherineâs face, he was stunned.
âThis girl is too pretty!
âThereâs a saying that âBeauty is in the bones, not in the skin.â
âIt means that good-looking people have perfect bone structure, not just surface-level perfection,â he thought.
He had been around the fashion scene forever, and at a glance, he could tell that Catherine wasnât just drop-dead gorgeous on the outside. Even her bone structure was flawless to the max.
âThis kind of look was top-notch in this world,â he thought.
After Catherine took off her cap, she casually tossed the peaked cap to the side, looking cool as she threw it to Branden.
Branden reached out and gently took it in his hand.
This scene scared the heck out of the shop owner. His heart almost jumped into his throat.
His store was the most famous luxury clothing store in Loxton.
There was no telling how many VIPs came here every year, and he had seen countless high-ranking nobles bring their female companions along.
The more prestigious they were, the more respectful and polite their female companions around them were. The ladies had to ask for opinions on every little thing, fearing their choice would displease their man in any way.
âHowever, isnât Mr. Duncanâs fiancée a bit too bold? I mean, she threw things at Mr. Duncan. Isnât she afraid heâll get unhappy?â thought the shop owner.
The shop owner glanced nervously behind him. He saw Branden playing with the cap and looked quite pleased.
He got it. Some people had great courage, which only came from being favored by others.
âJudging by this gentlemanâs behavior, it seems the girl has been quite indulged,â he thought.
Not long after, Catherine changed into the dress and came out.
She didnât expect this dress to fit her so well. It was like it was tailor-made for her.
The moment she stepped out, every gaze turned toward her was filled with astonishment.
Even though she was not wearing makeup or had her hair styled, once she changed her outfit, the whole vibe was different.
She was just like a noble and glamorous black swan.
The shop owner couldnât help but exclaim, âOh my God. Itâs amazing. Miss Swann, you are the only person who can wear this dress.
âYou know what? I was nervous before you came out. The person who created this dress is the most famous fashion designer in the world. When he designed this dress, he tailored it to the worldâs ideal body proportions to make it fit perfectly.
âMany guests took a liking to this dress, but it doesnât fit them. Only you are the true owner of this dress.â
This was also why the shop owner seemed reluctant when he saw Catherine choose this dress.
It was not that he didnât want to do business with Catherine, but this dress was demanding.
He was worried that if Catherine couldnât fit in the dress, she might get mad and cause trouble for the shop.
But he didnât expect Catherine to not only look beautiful but also have a perfect figure.
This dress was made for Catherine.
The shop owner came forward and said, âMiss Swann, we have the most famous stylist in all of Loxton here. Let her style you up!â
Catherine didnât like other people putting chemical products on her face.
âThereâs no need for that. Take me to a place where I can do my makeup. Iâll do it myself!â
âAfter you!â The shop owner respectfully ushered Catherine out.
After Catherine walked forward, Branden, who had been silent all this time, finally snapped out of his daze.
It was not that he didnât comment just now. He just forgot to react.
He always knew Catherine was pretty, but he never imagined she would be drop-dead gorgeous, making him lose his mind instantly.
Branden quickly caught up and walked by Catherineâs side, casually reaching for her hand.
The shop owner brought Catherine to the dressing room, where the entire wall was filled with cosmetics. Catherine frowned at what she saw.
The stylist on the side received the message and politely stepped forward to pick out a set of makeup products suitable for Catherine.
Catherine finally relaxed the tension on her eyebrows. Even so, she didnât use many of the products the stylist picked out.
She applied some powder on her face to even out her skin tone. Then she put on some lipstick to brighten up her complexion. And that was how she finished her whole makeup look.
Unlike the layers upon layers of makeup on others, Catherineâs makeup was clean and lively.
She had a sense of youthful innocence that lacked a little maturity but added a touch of sparkling brightness. She was so beautiful that it took oneâs breath away.
Branden had been by her side and had never taken his eyes off her from beginning to end.
âAlright!â Catherine muttered softly before putting down the makeup in her hands.
The shop owner immediately pushed over a row of shoes and placed them in front of Catherine.
âMiss Swann, which pair do you think looks good?â
Without waiting for Catherine to choose, Branden squatted down.
He checked out the fancy shoes. They were of different heights, each pair shining brilliantly.
Branden didnât go for those good- looking shoes after all.
Instead, he chose a pair of relatively ordinary silver leather shoes. Although they lacked the brilliance of other shoes, they had a low heel and were made of soft lambskin. They felt soft and light.
Holding the shoes, he swung around and asked Catherine, âHow about this pair?â
It was what she was looking for.
The purpose of wearing shoes was to be comfortable while walking. She would not sacrifice comfort for surface-level aesthetics, so she would not choose those good-looking but impractical shoes.
âThis one will do!â
As soon as Catherine answered, the staff beside her immediately crouched down, ready to help her put on her shoes.
Unexpectedly, she was blocked by Branden.
âI got this!â he said in a low and gentle tone.
The staff was frozen in place. Branden had crouched down to lift Catherineâs feet gently and helped her put on her shoes.
Everyone inside the shop was shocked to see him do that, and their mouths dropped wide enough to swallow eggs.
Only Paxton remained unfazed as he had long grown accustomed to it. He stood calmly throughout the entire process.
Such gentleness from his boss was meant for Catherine only.