A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 84

She didn’t say too much, knowing that he liked peace and quiet during meals. Extra conversations were mood-killing noises to him.

At ten in the morning, Brian delivered her formal dress, heels, and jewellery. Arianne hurried upstairs to dress up. She tried styling her hair into an updo for the first time. This would make her look slightly maturer; her features always seemed young and puerile.

The formal dress fitted her surprisingly well. It was a tube dress, which she didn’t like. It was white in color, although not garish. The dress’ hemline covered precisely half of her heels.

Mark reminded her that it was an outdoor venue so that she would put on a thick coat as well. Despite the lack of snow over the past few days, it was still particularly cold. When she peered into the mirror, she realized that her neck displayed a string of hickeys. She blushed as she tried to hide them with a concealer but to no avail. Traces of them could still be seen.

At this time, Mark had returned to the room to change his clothes. She picked up her skirt, turned around to face him, and asked, “How do I look, is it alright?”

His eyes flashed with an indistinguishably complicated mix of emotions when he saw the anticipation in her eyes. “Mm…”

Arianne relaxed after receiving his approval and put on her earrings. “I’m done.”

He didn’t answer and focused on changing his clothes. Just as he began taking his clothes off, she blushed and turned away.

Arianne hugged her coat tightly as they left. The wind still managed to pierce through the thin fabric of the dress. She shivered from the cold. Even the color on her face changed...

Mark suddenly paused. “You don’t have to go…”

She shook her head. “It’s fine, I’m not afraid of the cold. Let’s go.”

“Tiffie!” Arianne patted Tiffany on the shoulder, excited to see the look of surprise on her face.

However, when Tiffany turned around, she looked more like she had jumped out of her skin. “Ari… What are you doing here?”

Arianne pointed at Mark, who was standing quite far away. “I came with him. What is it? I was afraid that I’d feel out of place at a place like this. I’m glad you’re here.”

Tiffany looked at Mark. Her expression sank. “Did you come here on your own, or did Mark invite you?”

“He asked me to come with him,” Arianne replied, confused. “He even asked me if I wanted to come. I agreed to it. What’s going on?”