Chapter 602 Try the Dress Again
Opening Yvette's walk-in closet was like stepping into a kaleidoscope of luxury. Exquisite gowns and jewelry were displayed in meticulous order, yet despite the identical layout, the contents had completely transformed since her last visit.
Albert guided Yvette through the rows of hanging garments, searching for the perfect dress for the evening. The closet walls were lined with gowns of every imaginable color and style, each one more breathtaking than the last.
"What do you think of these two?" Albert asked, holding up a pair of elegant dresses for her inspection.
Yvette glanced at them briefly—they were undeniably beautiful and refined—but her mind was clearly elsewhere. "They're fine, I suppose," she replied distractedly, her gaze already drifting away.
She took a few steps forward when something caught her eye. A familiar dress hung among the others, drawing her toward it like a magnet. Yvette paused, then instinctively reached for the silver halter gown, pulling it from the rack with a look of surprise.
"This one?" she asked, turning to Albert with wide eyes. She flipped the dress around to examine the crisscrossing straps on the back, confirming it was indeed the same gown the stylist had brought—the one CiCi had selected.
A flicker of self-consciousness crossed Albert's face as he pressed his lips together. "The stylist mentioned it suited you well, so we kept it," he explained, quickly changing the subject. "Would you like to try it on again?"
Yvette shook her head, slightly embarrassed. "I don't think it's appropriate for a charity gala."
Albert's gaze lingered on the dress, deliberately avoiding her eyes. "Try it on if you like it. You don't necessarily have to wear it to the event."
"I've already tried it before," she admitted.
Albert raised an eyebrow. "Have you? Did it look good?"
Yvette's cheeks flushed as she lowered her head. "I think so. The stylist said it looked nice, and BoBo and CiCi both loved it."
"So I'm the only one who hasn't seen you in it?" Albert questioned, his tone carrying an odd note that Yvette couldn't quite place.
She hesitated before nodding. "I suppose so."
"Then model it for me," he said, his voice deepening with quiet authority.
Yvette wavered, but looking up to meet his intense gaze, she finally relented. "It really isn't suitable for the gala."
"Let me be the judge of that," Albert insisted. "Try it on, and we'll see if it's truly inappropriate."
Seeing his determination, Yvette sighed. "Alright."
She took the dress, momentarily concerned about changing with Albert present, but he preemptively addressed her discomfort.
"I'll step out to return a call while you change," he offered.
"Alright," she replied, relieved.
Outside the closet, Albert returned Vincent's call.
"Mr. Valdemar, has Mrs. Valdemar confirmed she'll be joining you at the charity gala tonight?" Vincent asked through the phone.
Albert glanced back at the closed door, hesitating for a moment. Considering that Yvette had agreed to try on dresses, he assumed she had decided to accompany him.
"I believe so," he answered.
"Excellent. Members of the Valdemar Family have been probing for information all day. I'm not sure what they're planning, but I've arranged security. There shouldn't be any significant issues," Vincent reported.
"Good," Albert replied dismissively, knowing the Valdemar Group posed little threat.
As he was about to end the call, Vincent continued, "One more thing, Mr. Valdemar. After the gala, guests will change into casual attire for the volunteer work portion. Will Mrs. Valdemar's health allow for that?"
Albert frowned. "Is everyone required to participate?"
"Not necessarily. Based on previous events, guests are typically divided into small groups," Vincent explained.
"I'll handle her portion," Albert stated matter-of-factly.
After a brief pause, Vincent responded, "Understood."
Ending the call, Albert slipped his phone into his pocket and pushed open the closet door.
Yvette turned at the sound of his entrance, their eyes meeting across the room.
She stood before him in the silver halter gown, its shimmering fabric reminiscent of moonlight on fresh snow.
The dress perfectly accentuated her tall, slender figure as if it had been created specifically for her. The halter neckline highlighted her delicate collarbones and elegant shoulders, while the cut of the gown flowed naturally around her form. The silver material caught the light with every subtle movement, complementing her skin tone with an ethereal glow.
Though Albert had seen photos of her in this dress—images he occasionally revisited—nothing compared to witnessing her beauty in person. In that moment, he was profoundly grateful he had kept the gown.
His heartbeat seemed to falter as the world around them fell silent. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her; she radiated an undeniable luminescence that commanded attention.
Sensing the intensity of his stare, Yvette grew self-conscious. His eyes held emotions too powerful to name, burning with unrestrained desire.
She looked away uncomfortably, deliberately changing the subject. "See? I told you this dress isn't suitable for a charity event."
Albert finally collected himself, approaching her with purposeful strides, his gaze unapologetically appreciative.
"You're right. It isn't appropriate," he agreed, standing close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him.
"I should change into something else then," Yvette suggested, starting to turn away.
Before she could take a full step, his warm hand caught her wrist. Startled, she found herself pulled into his embrace.
Yvette looked up in surprise, just in time to see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard.
"It's not appropriate for the gala," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "but it's perfect for a private showing at home."
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