The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 520

"Do I need to prepare anything for the gala?"

This was Leilani's first time attending such a massive corporate celebration, especially in the official capacity of Callahan's girlfriend. For once, she actually felt a flutter of nerves.

Callahan raised an eyebrow, gently squeezing her fingertips with a lazy drawl. "You just need to show up. Leave everything else... to me."

Leilani scoffed lightly. "Don't go overboard."

Callahan chuckled low in his throat. "Don't worry, it'll absolutely match your 'low-key' aesthetic."

Leilani shot him a glance and said nothing more.

Once they were in the car, Callahan steered with one hand while keeping a firm hold on Leilani's with the other. "I'll pick you up tomorrow to try on dresses."

"I can go by myself," Leilani replied.

"Absolutely not." Callahan glanced at her, perfectly justified in his reasoning. "My grandfather insisted. He ordered me to accompany you the entire time."

Leilani was rendered speechless. "Callahan, could you be any more childish?"

This was the umpteenth time today he had used Dante as an excuse. If the old man knew Callahan was throwing his name around like this, he would probably whack him a few times with his cane.

Callahan didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. His thick skin was entirely impenetrable. "I think I'm doing just fine."

...

The next day.

Callahan's black Maybach sat quietly idling by the curb.

The moment Leilani pushed open the lobby doors, she saw him leaning against the car, waiting for her just like always.

He wore a crisply tailored black bespoke suit. His shirt collar was slightly unbuttoned, revealing the pale, sharp lines of his collarbone. The morning light washed over his chiseled profile, making him look both endlessly elegant and effortlessly indolent.

Callahan followed her line of sight and arched an eyebrow. "You like that one?"

Leilani didn't hesitate or act coy; she nodded honestly. "Mhm."

The manager immediately pulled the dress from the rack, beaming with an attentive smile. "Ms. Sloan has impeccable taste. This is a newly arrived limited edition piece from a top Italian designer. There are only three of these available. Just looking at it, one can tell it perfectly matches your elegant aura, Ms. Sloan."

Callahan agreed with the choice and gestured for the manager to lead Leilani to the fitting room. "Go try it on."

Outside the fitting room, Callahan sat comfortably on the plush sofa. With his long legs crossed, his fingertips tapped lightly against the armrest. The moment the curtain was pulled back, his movements halted completely.

Leilani stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The dark green velvet contrasted strikingly against her snow-white skin, and the delicate silver chain at her waist perfectly accentuated her slender curves.

The gown featured a daring open-back design, showcasing her beautiful shoulder blades that looked like a butterfly poised to take flight.

Callahan's eyes darkened noticeably. He stood up, slowly walking up behind her until his fingertips gently brushed against the silver chain.