Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 85

They were just employees and couldn't afford to offend either party. Emma didn't say anything, but Ms. Miller spoke up first. "It may have been reserved, but it wasn't paid for. Since Mrs. Cooper has paid for it first, the dress now belongs to her."

The sales associates, just trying to do their jobs, couldn't afford to offend either party. After weighing her options, the associate realized she definitely couldn't afford to get on the bad side of the wife of Evanma Group's CEO. She quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, of course. Since Mrs. Cooper has already paid, the dress is hers."

Ms. Miller carried the dress box, following Emma out of the store.

They didn't head back to the company. Instead, Ms. Miller drove to a celebrity makeup studio.

The makeup artist was a man with long, curly hair, a beret perched on his head. He wore a layered outfit of various retro styles and had large silver hoops hanging from both ears—the quintessential look of a creative director.

"Hello, darling, I'm Leo. What kind of look are we going for today?"

The makeup artist, Leo, sashayed over, placing a hand on Emma's shoulder. He leaned in close, his fingers toying with a lock of her hair. "Darling, your hair is divine. With the right style, you'll be absolute perfection."

Ms. Miller silently stepped forward and, without a word, discreetly knocked Leo's hand off Emma's shoulder.

"Leo, Mrs. Cooper is attending a charity gala tonight. The gown is here. You can look at it first and then design a makeup look that suits it."

"Oh, Ms. Miller! Always so serious! What's a boy to do?"

Leo paid Ms. Miller's cold expression no mind. He took the gown from her, opened the box for a quick peek without even fully unfolding it, and said, "Alright, I've got it. If you trust me, Mrs. Cooper, then follow me."

With that, he spun around, one hand held up in a delicate gesture, and swayed his hips as he walked toward an inner room.

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