Mr. Ceo Wants Me

m being hunched over the dress for hours, my fingertips sore from pinning and ad

door to the conference room swung open. A tall assista

p. Please bring in

ach plu

feeling like lead as I entered the room. The moment I crossed

't just

ence table was Isabe

bella L

minous skin glowing under the soft lighting,

ly chic. Beside her sat two other people I didn't recognize, but judging by their poised appearances and watc

the table, his sharp gaze fixed on me as

und to open up and swallow me whole because this wasn't

smoothly, breaking the s

o the center of the room, its delicate wheels gliding over the polished floo

bella's eyes locked onto me, cu

li

different. It wasn't just her appearance, although she had the ki

r. The way she carried herself, a quiet determina

her anchor. For a fraction of a second, I thought she might falter, but then she squared

e in hours, I allowed myself a genuine reaction, a

. Better than

the mannequin's form. The lace detailing was intricate but restrained, and the f

plicity, a design that struck the delicate

dustry giants, Isabella Langford herself, with wide eyes that quickly narrowed int

hair, steepling my fi

ice cutting through the s

shrink away. She stepped forward, positioning the dres

odern boldness," she said, her voice steady despite the nerves I could see in the s

She wasn't fumbling through her explanation

at was the risk, the gamble she'd taken in this design, and she knew it. Mos

e is effortlessly bold, she takes risks in fashion that always pay off. I wanted to

forward slightly now, her dark eyes f

ly impressed, yet here she was, captivated by a design

hoices with the same level of precision. There was no hesitat

et the silence stretch just a moment longer. She stood there, her hands claspe

y I'd seen before only when she truly cared about the outcome. She had leaned slightly

ank you, Ms. Vale. You may both

if she wanted to ask a ques

ented earlier, stood as Aria exited. I gl

stiffer, her movements more measured. She wasn't trying to project certainty, but the

behind them, I look

ing toward the two gown

d, she stood, smoothing the lapel of her t