Chapter5: Doesn't Fit Wedding Dress
So far, Flora has yet to be able to adapt to the atmosphere of such luxurious parties.
If she had her choice, she would have chosen to sit in her mother's afternoon tea rather than wear high heels and a ball gown and dance like this.
Bored in her chair, she folded her arms on the table. Waved her sore feet from her high heels, trying to hold back the feeling of wanting to put her head down for a nap.
"What's wrong with you?"
Patrick took a glass of juice with him and put it on the table in front of the girl was sitting dumbly.
Suddenly seeing a long thin hand and a glass of juice appears in sight, Flora was startled and out of a state of stupor.
Seeing Patrick's worried eyes, she just gently shook her head.
"I'm fine, maybe... a little nervous..."
She almost figured out what the party was up to through the last conversation with his mother.
Patrick smiled, naturally turning around behind her, putting his hand on her shoulder to help her gently massage.
"Isn't it too stressful? My mother is a bit enthusiastic, but you should also understand her a little, she's about to marry a beautiful girl like you for me, and everyone's excited."
This boyfriend is very kind to her, and his family is reliable.
So, should she hesitate anymore? It's hard to make a decision...
The lights in the party room were bright, and all the guests were well-dressed.
Flora looked around, and she might get used to the situation soon.
The music faded, and Patrick's father, the owner of the Jones family, slowly walked up to the stage. Behind him was the light and attention of many spectators.
"Thank you for taking the time to come to our Jones family's party today. This party was held to welcome my only son back home, and I want to announce two pieces of good news. First, from now on, I will officially step back, handing over H&H Group to my son Patrick Jones. Help my son finish his job well in the new position."
Applause and congratulations rang out at the same time.
At one time, Patrick became the party's center, captivating most people's eyes.
And naturally, the girl standing next to him also received considerable scrutiny and evaluation.
Waiting for the applause to go down, Patrick's father, standing on stage, coughed slightly at the microphone, giving the second news.
"Second, two months from now, on September 11th, my son and Flora Smith, the niece of my family's best friend. She and my son will get engaged. Soon after that, they will get married, and by then, I hope you will come to my family's wedding party."
It's big news again.
"What a beautiful couple. The Jones boy is standing next to that girl, looking so handsome."
A person willing to praise the person next to him also agrees.
"That girl is so beautiful, and she's the niece of a close family friend, isn't she?"
Amid the loud whispering, a long whistle sounded, which sounded entirely out of tune, which also quickly caught the eye.
A lady with gaudy make-up snorted, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"If it weren't for that friend who saved the owner Jones family is the grandfather of Flora, then she can walk half a step into the Jones family door or not? Of course, she inherited the trick from her mother, who became pregnant when she was only sixteen years old... The heir to the Jones family has been cut off, so based on that saving grace, she managed to break in and marry into the Jones family. But in comparison, appearance, she is far from being compared to Miss Eirelys Sarah..."
Without knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, she glanced at the girl with all her brand-name clothes sitting not far away.
The girl took a glance and put her nails deep into her palm.
How can lady Eirelys lose to such a rustic girl?
In the constant murmur of conversation, the only son of the Jones family, brought his beautiful fiancée to the stage.
Those unpleasant words were easy to get right into him. Of course, Flora heard them, too, without missing any comments.
"Don't overthink."
A familiar soft voice rang in her ear, a strong arm round her waist drawing her closer.
Patrick had a happy smile on his lips.
He pulled out a small box from his pocket.
"First, thank you for being here and witnessing this important moment in my life. Yesterday was my birthday, and I came home late because of this."
Inside the small box was a shiny diamond ring.
"This is an engagement ring I designed myself, and I hope that today, in the presence of everyone, I can wear it for the girl I love more than myself."
The whole hall of the party was silent, and on the stage, a handsome fell on one knee, lifting the stunning diamond ring.
The perfect ring is flawless, and the transparent diamond reflects light on all sides.
Flora suddenly felt like crying.
She suddenly understood that Patrick made such a big deal out of trying to show his protection, protecting her from the sharp eyes of people.
He is still her Patrick, always considerate and gentle, quietly behind all the difficulties.
"Flora, I've wanted to do this for a long time. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, protecting you from the rain and sunny, going through all these years, both happiness and pain, but we never left each other. Will you give me a chance, marry me?"
There was much cheering around.
She also had no reason to refuse his proposal, only nodded softly.
Patrick's nervous expression immediately turned into joy, quickly putting the ring in her hand and then standing up and hugging the girl he loved.
A hasty kiss, as if he could not wait to drop on the sweet, red lips.
Flora closed her eyes tightly. Mixed with feelings of happiness and anticipation was an unstoppable anxiety creeping in.
Time went by very quickly, soon after two months.
"Oh, what a beautiful dress!"
Flora couldn't hold back her voice, astonished and delighted.
In front of her was a white wedding dress with beautiful sparkling crystals, as splendid as princess costumes in fairy tales.
Seeing she is so happy, Patrick smiled too.
Her smile was his most tremendous encouragement.
"Isn't it pretty? I don't know which style you like, so I designed it to suit you best. This material is lightweight, voluminous, sleek, and comfortable. This decorative crystal is also the ultimate Swarovski..."
He turned to say to the girl next door: "Would you mind helping me get this wedding dress down for my fiancée to try it on?"
It's still a little awkward to introduce her to someone else as his fiancée.
But the wedding dress he designed, as measured by her months ago, does not fit her.
The shop girl bent her head and tied the strap behind her skirt, and Flora frowned again.
"Why is this dress so tight? Is it true that you designed it according to my measurements? I can't breathe if there are straps."
When she pulled too close to her waist, she had to empty her belly to fit. The tightening of the skirt behind her made it harder for her to breathe.
If this dress is woven to her measure, how can such a thing happen… Is there a mistake?
Patrick hurried a few steps forward, frowning his brows, holding a rope gauge.
"Take it off first, and if you intentionally put on the strap, it's uncomfortable to breathe. Let me measure again if there's any mistake in the measurement of the skirt."
Waiting for her to change into her old suit, he measured the waist of the dress he had just taken off.
"That's impossible… That's your measurement a few months ago."
This dress was measured a few months ago, so there's only one possibility.
She puffed up her cheeks and looked up at him, her brown eyes glistening.
"Maybe I've gained some weight."
She gained weight, can't wear this beautiful wedding dress anymore.
Patrick burst into laughter, threw aside the tape measure, and used his hand to measure her waist again.
Quickly to the side, she brushed the playing hand over her waist.
"There's no one like you… Come on, stop playing. The outsider's looking."
Not only is the man not ashamed, but he also reaches out to pull her closer.
"What's the problem with them? I hug my wife's waist, what does that have to do with them? Your waist is bigger, so you must stretch out your wedding dress."
The weight gain concern is solved, causing no stir. But neither of them expected a big wave to come slowly.