Suddenly, under the radiant illumination, the dress exuded a unique brilliance, akin to stars scattered across the night sky, dazzling all who beheld it.


    The nearby workers couldn’t help but exim in awe.


    “We’ve spent so long making sample clothes, but this is by far the most exquisite dress I’ve ever ironed.


    I never imagined it would shine so brightly under the light.


    ”


    “Whoever wears this dress will look like a fairy.


    ”


    “This designer truly has a remarkable talent, crafting even the pearls so delicately.


    ”


    Ste meticulously inspected the sample dress, only breaking into a smile once she was certain that every detail, from the tailored cut to the stitching, was perfect.


    Matthew raised an eyebrow and asked, “Would you like to try it on?”Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    Ste hesitated momentarily before nodding with eagerness.


    “Yes.


    ”


    Guided by the factory owner, the two of them made their way to the fitting room, which was a modest space separated by a simple screen.


    As Ste entered the fitting room, Matthew lingered on the other side of the screen, waiting patiently.


    Suddenly, Matthew heard a soft sigh emanating from inside.


    He frowned.


    “What’s the matter? Is something wrong?”


    “Honey, I can’t zip it up.


    Could you pleasee in and help me?”


    Ste blurted out, her voice filled with a touch of vulnerability.


    Matthew was taken aback by the affectionate word “honey.


    ” A surge of happiness washed over him, and an involuntary smile graced his Lips.


    “Matthew? Are you outside?” Receiving no immediate response, Ste whispered his name once more, her tone hushed.


    In haste, Matthew answered with a quick “yes” and proceeded to bypass the screen, making his way inside.


    Ste had her back turned to him, her flowing hair cascading down her shoulders.


    Her graceful figure and smooth skin captivated his attention.


    A deep breath escaped Matthew’s lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed his astonishment.


    His gaze remained locked on Ste, rendering him momentarily immobile.


    Unaware of Matthew’s peculiar expression, Ste mused aloud, “The zipper on this sample dress is stuck.


    I’m contemting whether I should rece it with a better one.


    What do you think?”


    Yet, her query elicited no response from herpanion.


    Baffled, Ste frowned.


    What could Matthew possibly be doing?


    With one hand shielding her chest, she pivoted to face him, her eyes meeting his unwavering gaze.