Year Five: The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 66

“It’ll be chilly,” Kent said, pressing his lips together. “And… honestly, it doesn’t look that great.”

Still not good enough?

Silvia couldn’t help but wonder if Kent’s taste had taken a sudden nosedive.

Back when she used to bundle herself up in plain, shapeless outfits, he’d always tell her she looked lovely. Now, dressed in these gorgeous dresses, she still couldn’t seem to please him?

The boutique manager tugged Silvia gently toward the fitting room, helping her slip into a third dress. As she adjusted the fabric, she whispered, “It’s not that the dress isn’t pretty. Mr. Parsons just doesn’t want anyone else staring at you. He clearly cares about you a lot.”

Silvia paused, caught off guard.

When she’d been with Shipley, he’d always encouraged her to dress provocatively for business meetings. Those cocktail dresses had revealed far more than anything she was trying today. Shipley would lean in, resting his head on her shoulder, and coax her in that sing-song voice reserved for spoiling children: “Your figure is your best asset, Sweet Silvia. Why not show it off?”

She’d never thought there was anything wrong with that.

But now, this wasn’t a business dinner; it was their engagement party. She’d picked out a slightly daring dress, and Kent actually seemed uneasy about it.

It was as if—unlike Shipley, who treated her like a pretty accessory—Kent saw her as something precious.

The realization sent a shiver through Silvia’s chest. To distract herself, she said quickly, “Let’s try a different style.”

The manager stifled a knowing smile and didn’t pry further, focusing instead on helping Silvia into another dress.

This time, it was a sky-blue cocktail dress that fell just to her knees, the skirt draping elegantly. Delicate gold embroidery traced the hem, and a slender belt, studded with luminous pearls, cinched her waist. It was graceful and refined.

The manager added a sheer, ivory shawl, draping it over Silvia’s bare shoulders, the soft fabric hinting at the skin beneath without revealing too much.

Silvia stepped out of the fitting room and practically skipped over to Kent. She spun around, fixing him with a serious look. “If you say this one’s not good enough, I honestly don’t know what else to try.”

Changing in and out of formal dresses was exhausting, especially ones stitched with such intricate detail.

Kent noticed the fatigue in her eyes and smiled softly. “You look beautiful.”

The pale blue complemented Silvia’s fair skin, making it appear even more delicate. The sheer shawl covered just enough, striking the perfect balance between youthful charm and mature elegance.

Kent was thoroughly pleased.

When he finally gave his approval, Silvia let out a slow breath. At last, she could rest—it had been a long ordeal.

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