As they were playfully teasing, Helen Melendy's cell phone rang. She picked it up, and the smile on her face deepened.
Hurriedly, she answered the call—
"Yes, I'm trying on the wedding dress. I've just finished, and the size is perfect, no alterations needed."
"..."
"I love it, the dress is so beautiful. I'll wear it for you some other day."
"..."
"No need to pick me up, I'm with Elly right now. We'll have dinner together tonight."
"..."
"Okay, goodbye."
Elly Campbell sat in the chair, watching Helen Melendy happily chatting on the phone with the person on the other end.
No need to ask; she knew who it was.
Elly didn't know what Harry Hall had said, but Helen's face flushed, and she whispered,
"No, Elly's here."
Saying this, she hung up the phone.
"Is there something you can't do in front of me?"
Elly Campbell raised an eyebrow and asked after hearing what Helen said before hanging up.
"He asked me to kiss him. Do you want to watch?"