Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184

Chapter 184

OLIVIA’S POV

“I’ll handle the makeup,” Lila said, stepping closer to the rolling rack with confident strides. “Nothing too heavy, but bold. Elegant Eyes that speak before you do.”

“And I’ll handle the silhouette,” Antonia added, already grazing her fingers across the gowns, her gaze sharp and discerning. “Sculpted, commanding…

but still feminine. There’s power in grace.”

They moved with quiet authority, the way seasoned artists do before touching a canvas. I stepped back, giving them space, watching my reflection in the floor–length mirror as they debated textures and cuts. It almost felt like I was floating outside myself, observing these two women shape the image of Olivia Blake that the world would see today.

Clara, always composed, silently brought over accessories–delicate necklaces, earrings that sparkled under the suite’s lighting, sleek clutches, and elegant stilettos. Her timing was flawless, she seemed to know what Antonia or Lila needed before they even voiced it.

They set a small chair before the mirror for me to sit, and within moments, the air was thick with the familiar scent of foundation, powder, and high–end perfume. Brushes, palettes, and compacts appeared as Lila began to work, tilting my face gently from side to side.

“Close your eyes for me,” she murmured, her voice calm and soothing. I did as she asked, trusting her completely. My team had never failed me, and today, failure wasn’t an option.

As Lila worked, Antonia continued to sift through the rack, pausing occasionally to hold a dress against me. She’d tilt her head, assessing how the color matched my skin, how the cut might hug my frame. I caught glimpses of myself in the mirror–hair half–pinned, foundation halfway done, bare shoulders. contrasted against vibrant fabrics.

Then, almost as if the dress itself had been waiting for the right moment, Antonia’s hand paused. Her eyes lit up, a subtle spark of satisfaction crossing her face. She carefully lifted a gown from between two others, its rich, deep red fabric catching the light.

“This one,” she declared, her voice firmer now. “Open back. Sculpted waist. Diamond accents. It’s quietly screaming power.”

I turned to look properly. The gown was breathtaking: sleek yet intricate, with tiny diamonds stitched into the bodice that shimmered when the light touched them. The back dipped daringly low, a statement of confidence without being vulgar.

“How much is that dress?” I asked, curiosity and a hint of amusement mixing in my voice.

Antonia flipped through the protective plastic covering, searching for the price tag. “I don’t see it… wait…” She turned it around, still no sign. “It’s not here. But the name is here–it’s simply labeled as ‘Open Back.””

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“Alright,” I said, reaching for my phone. Google had become a silent assistant in moments like this. I typed “Armani Open Back dress,” letting the search load while Lila dusted shimmer over my eyelids.

Within seconds, the dress popped up on the screen–high–resolution photos showing models wearing it at exclusive events. But it was the price that caught my attention: £73,000.

I raised an eyebrow. That much for a single dress? Even for someone like me, it felt outrageous–but also perfectly in line with the statement I needed to

make.

“That’s almost a hundred thousand dollars,” I murmured, half to myself.

“Bring it closer,” I said to Antonia, unable to take/my eyes off the gown as she carefully removed it from the protective bag.

She held it delicately, almost reverently, and the soft fabric draped over her arms like flowing water. I reached out, my fingers brushing over the waistline, and instantly I knew–this wasn’t just any dress. The fabric felt unreal, softer than sitk but with a subtle weight to it, like it was whispering of hidden strength.

My hand slid lower to the tiny diamond stones stitched carefully across the bodice, and they shimmered under the warm hotel lighting. They weren’t showy or overdone; instead, they looked precisely placed, adding quiet power to the gown. Real diamonds, I thought. Of course, they must be real.,

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“Seventy–three thousand pounds?” Antonia repeated softly, her voice almost catching in surprise as she glanced at my phone terean

“For a dress?” she added, turning briefly to look at her colleague.

*That could get me a beautiful house back in Mexico,” her second designer chimed in, half whispering, half laughing.

They were right. Rationally, it was an absurd price. In fact, it would be the single most expensive dress I’d ever bought and I’d had my share of lavish

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