Chapter <b>772 </b>


    N smiled and spun around in the dress. The fishtail hem swayed elegantly with her movement, the sequins glimmering under the light.


    “Really? I love it too,” she replied.


    The sales associate adjusted the dress‘ hem from behind and chimed in. “Absolutely, Ms. Kinsey! You’re actually the first person who’s been able to fit into this dress perfectly!”


    Her admiring gaze drifted to N’s slim waist, and she wished she could have a figure like that.


    Meanwhile, Gigi’s jealousy shed briefly in her eyes as she looked at N, who practically glowed in the dress.


    Still, she remembered that Damon was Brandon’s uncle. If things progressed between her and Brandon, she might one day need to call N “Aunt N“.


    Deciding to hold back any bitterness, Gigi praised, “You look stunning–absolutely like a goddess!”


    Vrie turned to Gigi with a scoff. “Didn’t think you could actually say something nice for once.”


    Gigi’s face darkened with irritation. “Vrie, don’t push it!”


    “Didn’t youe over here on your own?” Vrie retorted. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Knowing N was present, Gigi managed to keep her anger in check. “I don’t have time for this. I need to go.”


    With that, she turned and left quickly.


    Watching Gigi leave, Vrie rolled her eyes, thinking Gigi was being ridiculous.


    N gathered the hem of her dress and walked over to Vrie, asking, “Who was that woman? You seem to have a history.”


    Vrie waved it off. “Not worth mentioning.”


    Seeing Vrie’s darkened expression, N dropped the subject.


    After buying the dress, N chose a pair of matching heels before heading with Vrie to get their hair done.


    It was nearly 5:00 p.m. by the time they finished. Just as N was about to head home, her phone rang–it was Damon, asking where she was and telling her to wait for him.


    Vrie had to head home to change, so she left first.


    N waited for about half an hour until Damon finally arrived.


    His sleek ck Maybach pulled up to the curb, and the back door opened. He stepped out, dressed in a gray suit that highlighted his tall<b>, </b>refined figure. He exuded an elegant yetmanding aura as he walked toward her, turning several heads along the way.


    N picked up her bag and walked out of the store. She had taken only a few steps when his gazended on her.


    Damon’s gaze paused, and his pace quickened as he approached, though his movements remained calm and poised.


    Finally, he stopped right in front of her.


    Maybe it was her imagination, but she felt that his gaze was even more intense than usual. It was as if a me flickered in his dark eyes, almost as if he wanted to consume her.


    N clenched the handle of her bag, feeling her cheeks heat up. “Do I have something on my face? Why are you staring at me like that?”


    “No, you just look beautiful today,” Damon said, his eyes filled with warmth.


    N’s hair was loose, with a blue diamond hairpin pinning one side back, exposing her delicate profile. She looked breathtaking.


    Suddenly, Damon’s gaze shifted to the ne around her neck. Hemented, “This ne doesn’t quite match.”


    N raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Really? Both Vrie and the stylist thought it looked great.”


    “It is beautiful–just not enough,” Damon replied.


    “Well, it’s toote to find a better one now,” N said with a shrug.


    Without answering, Damon took out his phone and called Spencer. “Bring the Heart of the Sea that I bid forst week. Meet me at the Wilkie residence with it.”