"Um..." Sophie stammered a bit, "Just pretend I didn't say anything, I'll go try it on right away."
She picked up the dress and headed towards the fitting room.
He kept his head down, unable to hide the disappointment in his eyes.
In a short while, Irene came out wearing the dress.
"Hey, where's Sister Sophie? Didn't she say she'd help me check the dress? Where did she go?" Irene walked up to Asher, holding the hem of her dress, and showed a sweet smile, "Brother Asher, how is it? Does it look good?"
"Mm." His tone was somewhat perfunctory, and Irene immediately noticed it.
About ten minutes later, Sophie also came out of the fitting room, and his gaze involuntarily drifted towards her...
Her beauty always managed to astonish him.
A simple champagne-colored one-shoulder gown, with a fitted waist, elegant and slim, worn on her, always had a captivating allure that made it hard for people to look away.
