Chapter 325
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At the mention of Shari Bates, Linsey’s eyebrows shot up in astonishment.
“Shari? Wait, when did she return? And she’s really attending the reunion?”
Linsey thought back to her university days. Of all her classmates, the only one she had truly bonded with was her roommate, Shari.
Shari was soft-spoken and a little reserved, but when it came to design, she had a natural gift. After graduation, she got married and moved abroad. Eventually, their messages slowed, then stopped. From what Linsey had heard, Shari was doing just fine.
She had never felt particularly attached to her other old classmates, but she felt an urge to see Shari again.
“Alright, I’ll go,” Linsey said.
Kane’s face lit up. “Saturday at seven, Freyview Grand Hotel. Don’t be late, Linsey!”
That evening, after work, Linsey sifted through her things until she found her university graduation album. As she flipped through the pages, her gaze lingered on old photos of her and Shari. A familiar ache of nostalgia settled in her chest.
Collin wheeled into the room, his tone light. “What’s got you so focused?” She glanced up and held out a few pictures.
“Just looking at my old roommate. We were pretty tight in college.” Her voice softened. “There’s a reunion this weekend, and I have no clue what to wear.”
A thought sparked, and she turned to him with a grin. “Why don’t you help me pick? I’m hopeless at this.”
Collin arched a brow but nodded. “Alright. Let’s see what we’re working with.” Without missing a beat, Collin pulled out his phone and placed a call. “Send over a selection of the newest dresses.”
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Linsey’s head snapped up. “Wait—seriously? That’s not necessary.”
He leaned back, completely unfazed. “Of course it is. You’re my wife. You have to turn heads at that reunion. Otherwise, people might start rumors that I can’t even buy you a decent dress.”
She let out a dramatic sigh but couldn’t hide the amused glint in her eyes. The call was already made, so there was no point in protesting. She might as well go along with it.
Not long after, a delivery arrived—several elegant, high-end dresses laid out as if they belonged in a fashion show.
Linsey slipped into a sleek black evening gown first. Studying her reflection in the mirror, she pressed her lips together, a flicker of doubt crossing her face.
“This feels a little too formal,” Linsey murmured, adjusting the fabric.
Collin, watching from the side, crossed his arms. “Try another one.”
She slipped into a white dress next and gave it a once-over. “Too plain.”
After trying on two more dresses that didn’t feel right, frustration crept in. Collin noticed how she hesitated. He studied the remaining options, then pulled one from the rack and handed it to her.
“Try this.”
Linsey took it and blinked in surprise—it was red.
She ran her fingers over the fabric, hesitating. “Isn’t this a little… bold?” It was just a college reunion. Did she really need to go all out?
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