Chapter 1040
Chapter 1040:
The dress wasn’t specially made for her.
Millie hadn’t even been given the opportunity to try on her dress before the actual ceremony.
Brandon had simply glanced at a catalog, decided the gown would look attractive on her, tapped a few buttons on his tablet, and the next day the dress had been rushed to Crobert by private jet.
But Myron had done something entirely different for Millie.
“Mr. Watson, what’s our next move?” Eugene’s voice carried genuine anxiety. “I’ve done some investigating, and apparently Madame Maysa’s calendar is completely booked for years in advance. She wasn’t planning to accept any new commissions p>
At all this year. The only reason she agreed was because Myron personally flew across the world to meet with her face-to-face. “Mr. Watson, if you’re thinking about preparing something special for Miss Bennett p>
Eugene’s voice trailed off into uncomfortable silence.
His original intention had been to suggest that Brandon needed to commission an even more spectacular wedding gown for Millie—something that would completely overshadow whatever Myron had planned. But halfway through the sentence, reality struck him with crushing force. Perhaps nothing better actually existed.
Sure, they could theoretically keep adding more precious jewels and diamonds to a gown, driving up its monetary value to absurd heights. But the true worth of a wedding dress had never been measured in dollars. What made a gown priceless was the theme behind its creation, the special meaning woven into every stitch.
Maysa stood alone as the most acclaimed bridal designer in the entire world, her reputation unmatched for decades. No one else even came close to her level of artistry.
Furthermore, Myron’s family business dealt in rare gemstones, which meant he possessed both the expertise and the connections to source materials that were impossibly rare and exquisite for an already elegant design.
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But the main problem that rendered all of this irrelevant was far simpler—
Millie might never marry Brandon at all.
Despite Brandon’s unwavering confidence, the harsh truth was staring him in the face. Millie had already moved forward with her life.
She was building a future with someone else. She was mere months away from becoming another man’s wife.
Eugene stood in heavy silence, unsure what else he could possibly say.
Brandon also remained wordless, his thoughts spiraling in directions he couldn’t control.
Finally, he spoke in a voice that sounded hollow even to his own ears. “Go keep close watch on Macauley’s movements p>
“Yes, sir,” Eugene replied quickly, wiping nervous perspiration from his brow before making his hasty exit.
The massive office fell silent once Brandon was left alone. He sat staring out through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the clouds drifting lazily across the sky, drowning in emotions too complicated to name.
The next three days passed with surprising speed. The first day seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye, gone before anyone had time to process what was happening.