Chapter 127 Princess Carry
Arvin silently critiqued Oliver's taste once more and retrieved the first dress he had initially rejected. He said, "This dress has the most fabric.”
Arvin’s assistant was also disappointed. After all, Natalie had a great figure. It was a shame that Oliver rejected those beautiful dresses. However, she could only help Natalie change into the dress that Oliver had chosen.
After changing into the dress, Natalie removed her diamond wedding ring from her neck and wore it on her left ring finger.
"Mrs. Windsor, you're incredibly beautiful! Your face and figure are truly stunning. You could effortlessly be a model," the assistant remarked. Years of traveling the world with Arvin had left her with no time to stay updated with online news, hence her unfamiliarity with Natalie.
Natalie was content with this dress; it concealed all the areas she wished it to.
Oliver sat on the sofa, waiting. He did not possess much experience in waiting for people. Surprisingly, it felt rather pleasant.
At this moment, the fitting room door swung open.
"Wow! Perfect!" Arvin exclaimed, brimming with excitement.
Oliver rose and scrutinized Natalie from head to toe. His eyes widened imperceptibly.
She wore a long dress with a white base and a blue pattern. The stand-up collar accentuated her fair, slender neck, and the chiffon sleeves extended to her wrists. The dress cinched at the waist and flared out in an A-line with three layers, creating a mesmerizing effect with every step she took. Standing there quietly, she resembled a painting, creating her own scenery when she walked.
"Mrs. Windsor, you're the only woman I've ever seen who does justice to this dress!" Arvin was particularly enthused.
Natalie smiled gratefully but did not feel like engaging with Arvin's enthusiasm today. Nevertheless, she genuinely liked this outfit. It evoked a style she had seen in a fashion show in a magazine before, though she could not recall the specifics at the moment.
"What do you think, Mr. Windsor?" Arvin asked Oliver with renewed enthusiasm.
"Makeup," Oliver responded indifferently.
Arvin expressed disappointment at Oliver's aloof reply. He could not comprehend the preferences of such a man!
In reality, when Oliver first laid eyes on Natalie, his heart skipped a beat, but he concealed it well. For a moment, he questioned his decision to bring her to the engagement party.
In Oliver's absence, Arvin transformed into a humorous and witty man, simultaneously styling Natalie's hair and conversing with her.
One hour later, the makeup was completed.
Natalie turned out to be the best canvas Arvin had ever worked on. Her fair, smooth skin, delicate, flawless features, and innate charm meant she required minimal effort in terms of foundation and contouring.
Arvin inquired about Natalie's shoe size and fetched a pair of silver high heels, but Oliver directed him to switch to flat shoes. Consequently, Natalie ended up with a pair of white leather flats.
Natalie heaved a sigh of relief. Her injuries had not fully healed, so wearing high heels was out of the question, let alone walking in them comfortably.
Oliver had changed into a dark checkered suit with a diagonal-striped tie perfectly coordinated with Natalie's attire. His hair was impeccably styled, rendering him even more handsome and captivating.
Oliver still carried Natalie in his arms as they got into the car.
Oliver was very patient today. Natalie could tell he was making up for what happened.
…
As the Rolls-Royce neared the pier, Oliver retrieved his signature silver mask and concealed his handsome face.
"I'll walk on my own," Natalie said when she saw he was about to embrace her again, pressing her hands against his chest.
"Is it painful?" Oliver looked down.
Natalie's cheeks reddened, but she maintained a composed expression, unwilling to talk about that topic with him.
Oliver lowered her to the ground, taking Natalie's hand and looping it through his arm, guiding her inside.
Today, the vicinity around the pier bustled with luxury vehicles and glamorous figures.
The chairman of a real estate group was there, alongside the CEO of an investment bank. Over yonder stood the newly crowned queen of the screen, accompanied by several leading actors...
Due to the Harrington family's association with the Windsor family, nearly all the country's celebrities had gathered, along with half of the fashion and entertainment circles.
Oliver's appearance instantly captured the attention of numerous onlookers. His demeanor and presence were too remarkable; even in a gathering of elites, he shone like a spotlight.
What was more striking was his mask.
Oliver disregarded the surrounding gazes and, after presenting the invitation, hugged Natalie and boarded the cruise ship.
While ascending the stairs, Natalie took a long stride and inadvertently tugged at her wound, causing a sharp ache and an instinctive exclamation.
Without a word, Oliver once again carried Natalie horizontally.
"Ah, Oliver, release me!"
Everyone around watched, leaving Natalie feeling embarrassed as she pounded on his shoulder.
Oliver steadily walked onto the ship and put her down on the deck, whispering, "Aren't you in pain?"
Natalie wanted to kill this bast*rd. Why was she in pain? And why was he pretending to be a saint now?
Natalie gazed at her toes, slightly lowering her head, her small mouth pouting as though someone had mistreated her, exuding a charming and captivating aura.
Standing beside her was a tall man wearing a mask, the exposed half of his face was cold and exceedingly indifferent, yet his gaze toward the woman radiated warmth, akin to spring thawing ice, revealing a hint of helplessness and indulgence.
Together, they looked like a match made in heaven, eliciting a twinge of pain in the heart of the silver-haired man on the second-floor sun deck.
"Natalie, you've arrived! Mr. Windsor, you’re here too!"
Hailey, dressed in a champagne-colored dress, strolled hand in hand with Adrian, her smile radiant. When she spotted the masked man, her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
This was normal; after all, he had once been her fiancé! Hailey reassured herself.
"You're not feeling well, why did you come?"
Adrian had not anticipated Oliver's presence, nor had he desired it. He had initially assumed Natalie would come alone. Since the day before yesterday, he had yearned to see Natalie, wanting to ask her to be his again. He would cherish her more than he did.
In this moment, Natalie looked resplendent in her dress, gentle as water yet brisk as the wind. She nearly stole the spotlight from the bride-to-be standing beside him!
"You invited me," Oliver lazily responded. His tone made it seem like they had begged him to come.
Meanwhile, Adrian's earlier words were deliberately reminding everyone that Oliver was a useless and weak person!
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