Chapter 39
After the plane landed, I quickly freshened up and prepared for the gala. The gown Ales chose was a yellow satin chiffon with pearl tassels at the shoulders. But the gown's true highlight was its fit; it emphasized my curves and the neckline was incredibly flattering. The stylist complemented it with a diamond necklace.
It was my first time wearing such an extravagant outfit, and I felt somewhat uncomfortable.
“Are you ready?” Alex asked, pushing open the door.
The stylist made a final adjustment to my hair. “Mr. Hastings, she’s ready.”
Hearing Alex’s voice, I panicked. I wished I could disappear. But there was no turning back. I braced myself and stepped forward.
When I saw Alex, a flicker of emotion crossed his usually calm gaze, quickly concealed. He looked at me and smiled. “Not bad.” “Mr. Hastings, you’re not bad yourself,” I replied, maintaining a neutral tone.
Alex was always striking. He possessed a cold, handsome face with strong features and a commanding presence; today, he seemed even more so. He wore a custom-made ash-gray suit that accentuated his imposing demeanor. His hair was perfectly styled, and his beautiful eyes held my attention. If he weren't the head of a company, he’d likely have many fans in the entertainment industry.
I sighed inwardly. Some people are simply born lucky.
“Ms. Ashford, take a look; see if anything needs adjusting,” the stylist offered the mirror.
I looked at my reflection and was stunned. This was, without a doubt, the most dazzling I had ever felt. The yellow gown complimented my fair complexion, softening my features. My hair, styled in soft curls and pinned up, added a touch of femininity. The gown accentuated my curves, making me look captivating.
At that moment, Alex walked over and stood beside me. We made a striking pair. Alex was eye-catching, but I didn't feel overshadowed.
Suddenly, the ridiculous thought that I was the only person who could match Alex so well struck me. I quickly dismissed it, silently apologizing to Alex for the fleeting thought. “Let’s go,” Alex said, extending his arm.
Perhaps due to my earlier thoughts, the gesture felt a bit too intimate. “He’s just my sponsor. He pays me. We’re not just employer and employee; we’re enemies, too,” I reminded myself.
The thought of my family matters quickly cleared my mind. I took a deep breath before placing my hand on Alex’s arm.
Alex said softly, “You don’t have to be so nervous. Most people at the gala tonight are hoping to work with me; many are already partners. No one will make things difficult for you.”
Alex’s most defining trait wasn’t his looks—it was his wealth. He controlled a significant portion of Grandview’s market. Anyone hoping for a piece of that pie would naturally treat him with the utmost respect.