Chapter 63

This section was dedicated to high–end luxury customization gowns.

Giselle glanced at the dresses before asking, “Did you design all these evening gowns?”

“Yes,” answered Yasmin.

Giselle immediately complimented, “They’re lovely.”

Roxy chimed in, “Giselle, I remember you can dance. Why don’t you choose a flowy gown?

“That way, it’d be a beautiful scene when you dance with Blake at the birthday party.”

“It does sound beautiful,” Giselle replied.

Then, she pointed at a white evening gown and asked Blake, who was beside her, “Blake, what do

you think about the white one?”

“It’s fine,” Blake answered gently after glancing at the gown.

“I’ll try that, then.” Giselle turned to Yasmin, smiling as she requested, “Yasmin, could you please

get me that

Yasmin stood there with her head down but beamed after hearing those words. “Of course.”

She then asked her assistant to take the gown down for Giselle to try on.

“Blake, let me try on this gown first. Wait for me here,” Giselle said gently.

Right then, Blake was looking at his phone, seemingly focused on work. So, he nodded slightly in

response.

As Giselle approached Yasmin with a smile, the gown was already taken down.

Yasmin placed it in the fitting room. Just as she was about to step out, Giselle called out, Yasmin,

do you mind coming in to help me put it on?”

“Sure,” Yasmin answered after a pause.

With that, the two entered the fitting room.

Giselle took off her clothes, revealing her well–shaped figure.

Following that, she touched her belly, which was still flat, and asked intentionally, “Yasmin, do you

think my stomach looks big now?”

At that moment, Yasmin was dealing with the dress. She glanced at Giselle’s belly upon hearing

that.

It was still flat, and no one could tell that the latter was pregnant.

“You don’t have a bump yet,” Yasmin replied softly.

“Yeah, my birthday happens to be this month. If it were next month, I wouldn’t be able to fit

into these corseted gowns,” Giselle commented, looking extremely happy.

“By the way, Yasmin, that purse of yours, did Blake really throw it away?”

In actuality, Giselle wanted that purse.

Back then, she was overjoyed when she saw Blake had ordered it. She initially thought the purse

was for her.

Giselle never expected that it would end up in Yasmin’s hands.

“Yes, he didn’t want it. I picked the purse up from the trash bin,” Yasmin explained, trying to avoid

any misunderstandings.

All she hoped for now was that Blake and Giselle would be well. That way, her father could be

released.

Giselle nodded in acknowledgment. A hint of a smile played on her lips but not mirrored in her

gaze.

“All done.”

After Yasmin helped Giselle put on the gown, the latter looked down and bumped into. Yasmin’s

hand.

Yasmin’s injured hand then hit a stool that was nearby, causing her to grimace in pain.

“Are you alright, Yasmin? Did I hit you by accident?” Giselle asked with guilt.

Yasmin shook her head, but her lips were somewhat pale. “I’m fine.”

“It’s just a bump. The pain will subside soon,” she said to herself.

After that, Yasmin held the gown’s hem, accompanying Giselle as they walked out of the fitting

room.

Blake looked up and noticed Yasmin carrying the train of the dress like a servant.

Meanwhile, Giselle looked like a beautiful princess. Standing under the lights, she grinned

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and asked, “Blake, do you think this gown suits me?”

Blake remained sitting on the couch as he calmly remarked, “It’s not bad.”

“Really?”

Giselle smiled gracefully. She then turned to look at herself in the mirror.

At that moment, Roxy walked over. Initially, she wanted to find flaws in the gown. However, the

dress fitted Giselle perfectly, and Roxy could not find any flaws.