Chapter 820


    Chapter 820


    The engagement ceremony was scheduled to be held in the hotel.


    Guests invited included rtives and good friends of the Ford family, as well as some of Weston’s


    business partners.


    Ste had expected the engagement ceremony to be simple and straightforward, given the little time


    that Weston had to put things together.


    She thought that, at most, it would be the Ford family gathering for a meal, but she was surprised to


    see so many guests instead.


    She sat before the mirror in the dressing room as anxiety crept into her heart.


    Weston was all dressed and ready.


    He was out of bed earlier than her and was already in his suit and pants while she was still blurred with


    sleep.


    Thanks to his outstandingly dashing looks, there was no need for him to do much to make himself look


    more presentable and eye-catching amidst the crowd.


    The moment Ste got out of bed, she found herself ushered into the dressing room and manhandled


    by the make-up artist, who was at that moment rolling in an entire row of haute couture gowns and


    seeking her opinion.


    “Madam, these are this season’s haute couture gowns that have just beenunched. Many popr


    celebrities fought for these, but they were unable to get their hands on them...”


    She surveyed the woman in the mirror and said with envy, “Mr. Ford treats you so well.”


    Ste smiled. “That white dress will do.”


    She pointed to a minimalistic chiffon dress with gardenia flowers adorning the hem.


    Fine silky below the white organza, without excessive adornments and embellishments on the gown.


    It could be considered the most low-profile and modest-looking option amidst the row of dresses.


    The make-up artist’s eyes lit up. “You have excellent taste!”


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    She pulled the dress out and eximed, “This dress is my favorite one, too. It exemplifies the beauty of


    gardenia flowers very well.”


    It was only then that Ste had a good look at what the entire dress looked like.


    The design on the top was deliberately minimalistic, whereas the hem disyed the essence of the


    piece— impably lifelike Gardenia flowers that had been hand-sewn on it.


    The flowers looked freshly plucked, their petals adorned with beads of morning dew that seemed on


    the verge of falling to the feet of its wearer.


    As the make-up artist shook out the hem of the dress, her movements seemed to trigger a whiff of


    gardenia fragrance.


    Ste’s eyes illuminated, clearly betraying her liking for the dress.


    She said, “This one will do.”


    After getting changed, the make-up artist looked at Ste through the mirror. “Madam, your skin


    complexion is great, and you don’t need thick make up. A little color to highlight your features should be


    enough to make you look stunning...”


    She couldn’t help but add, “I seldom see someone with such fineplexion.”


    People in her industry were used to ttery and empty praises, but herpliment towards Ste


    came from the bottom of her heart.


    Ste’splexion was way better than most female celebrities. Although she was obviously fatigued,


    given the dark eye bags surrounding her eyes, her skin was so fair that even her veins were visible


    from up close.


    The make-up artist didn’t have to expend much effort to get Ste all dolled up.


    Weston was already waiting at the door, and his eyes lit up the moment Ste walked out of the


    dressing room.


    He tugged at his cor as he swallowed past his constricted throat.


    Although he didn’t say a word, Ste could see the tenderness in his eyes.


    He walked toward her and hitched his arm in a silent signal for Ste to rest her hand on it.


    “This dress suits you very well,” hemented.


    Ste lowered her head to nce at the dress, and that was when she noticed even more details.


    She couldn’t see the gardenia flowers at the hem when she was just standing.


    But the moment she began walking, the petals would move along with her steps.


    It was clear where the dress got its “Flowers in Every Step” name from.


    The doors opened.


    The sight of all the wealthy and powerful people gathered in the room made Ste slightly nervous.


    Weston could feel her grip tightening on his arm. To reassure her, he patted the back of her hand.


    “Just follow me.”


    Ste nodded and inched closer to him, sticking as close as she could to him every step of the way.