23. Panic Attack

The girls smiled as I walked into the hall. Their faces were telling me that they liked the dress as much as I liked it.

Vincenzo, who was still busy with his phone, looked up at me when I stood in front of him, dressed in that princess gown. He forgot to blink for a second.

A playful smile crept on my lips. He gulped as his eyes reached my face. I was fully sure that he was going to pass the dress when he opened his mouth.

"Next! This dress is a bit over for the party."

Oh!

My little heart broke!

I already loved this dress, as it was beautiful and comfortable at the same time and most importantly, I didn't need to try the various dresses. But whomever I am fooling, all Vincenzo has learned is to bother me.

My shoulders slumped and I walked to those girls to ask for another dress.

"Take this; I bet he would pass this one," she mumbled in my ear and giggled.

They have been working for him for a very long time so I am sure they must know his preferences. So to save myself from all the h