Chapter 691 Wedding Dress

God, what was she thinking? Clara quickly awoke, realizing Olive had deceived her. Clara withdrew her gaze, looking at Olive and saying, “I didn’t expect you to be pure and lovely, but you are that kind of…”

“So what? I didn’t say anything. Do you want to vent your unhealthy thoughts on others?”

“You!” Clara gasped.

After subduing Clara, Olive again looked at Alex, who was also watching her. A hint of cruelty flickered in her clear, mischievous eyes, as if she planned to play a trick on him. There are tens of thousands of girls in the world, but only one in a million possesses a truly captivating soul. She is charming.

Olive smiled and turned away. Alex watched her graceful departure, his narrow eyes under his cap casually sweeping over her slender figure; the tip of his tongue moistened his lips. He smirked softly.

Clara watched the entire scene, noting Alex's gaze lingering on Olive's body—a man's gaze on a woman, undeniably indecent. Clara clenched her fists in envy.

Alex rose and retrieved some papers. Clara observed his tall, straight form. Despite his simple black shirt and trousers, he exuded a high-class aura and the captivating presence of an international model. A man's temperament surpasses mere good looks; it's a superposition of power, money, and status. Alex possessed a simple face and unassuming demeanor, yet Clara sensed a powerful aura, subtle yet undeniable. The memory of the scene she'd just witnessed left her numb.

Returning to her seat, Clara found Elvis taking her hand. “Olive,” he said, “let’s get married.”

“What?” Clara’s heart skipped a beat. Looking at Elvis in surprise, she asked, “Married? Really?”

She never expected Elvis’s proposal, a success beyond her wildest dreams.

“Yes, let’s get married. I’ll give you a grand wedding, let you marry me in front of everyone, and become Mrs. Augustine.”

Overjoyed and stunned, Clara hugged Elvis, vigorously nodding. “Okay, okay, let’s get married! I’m willing! I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time!” Olive, watching from behind, frowned slightly. Elvis would marry Clara in a wedding of the century.

Olive turned to Alex, who was speaking quietly to Peterson, respect evident in Peterson's expression. Noticing her gaze, Alex looked up, his familiar narrow eyes fixing on her. Peterson discreetly retreated. Alex met her gaze, raising a heroic eyebrow. Olive blushed, quickly averting her eyes and sitting up straight. She realized the man's eyes held a startling intensity.

Clara’s voice cut through the silence. “Where are we going now?”

Elvis’s deep voice responded, “We’re getting married. We need to design your wedding dress. Let’s go to Bridal Fantasy.”

Bridal Fantasy? The words sent a gasp through Clara. Bridal Fantasy was the premier shop for bespoke wedding dresses for the court nobility. Each dress was handcrafted by countless embroiderers. Every girl dreamed of marrying her beloved in a Bridal Fantasy gown. As Greenland's most prestigious princess, Clara was intimately familiar with Bridal Fantasy. On her eighteenth birthday, she’d longed for a Bridal Fantasy princess dress, but they offered only limited releases worldwide.

Now, Elvis would commission a dress for her there. Clara pinched herself. It wasn’t a dream!

So great!

At Bridal Fantasy, a stretched Rolls-Royce gracefully parked on the lawn, and the staff respectfully opened the back door. Elvis led Clara to a private booth, where Mr. Gonzalez greeted them warmly. “Mr. Augustine, hello. Who wishes to order a wedding dress?”

“It’s me,” Clara announced proudly.

Mr. Gonzalez said, “Okay, please come into the inner room for measurements. I’ll design your wedding dress for you later.”

Clara, seizing the opportunity, whispered to Olive, “Olive, you’re about to explode. I didn’t expect Elvis to spoil me so much. Remember when you were engaged to the King of Gold City? You didn't even wear a Bridal Fantasy gown, but I will, to marry Elvis in the wedding of the century!”

Olive remained silent, wanting to leave, but froze. She saw a design sketch on the window—a stunningly flamboyant red wedding dress.

“Olive, what do you…” Clara began, but stopped, exclaiming in surprise at the sketch. The bright red dress and phoenix tiara were dazzling; the layers of silk beneath were breathtakingly romantic.

“Mr. Gonzalez, what is that?” Clara asked urgently.

Mr. Gonzalez approached. “That wedding dress, a phoenix gown, was created by Greenland's ancestors for their marriage to the ancestors of Visionary. It’s a treasured heirloom, still captivating after all these years. Anyone who sees it is astonished.”

Clara found the dress exquisite. To marry Elvis in this ancient gown at the wedding of the century would be truly spectacular!

“Mr. Gonzalez, I want this dress! Begin making it for me!”

Mr. Gonzalez shook his head. “I’m sorry, it's a prized possession. We've tried, gathering all our embroiderers, but we can't replicate it.”