The images she had tried so hard to forget flooded her mind again.
Serena vigorously rubbed her face and got up to wash.
She needed to wash away every trace of him.
Anything to stop her mind from wandering.
Serena took a shower, gave her hair a quick towel-dry, and walked out of the room with it still dripping wet.
As she entered the main hall, she was taken aback by the scene before her.
Nathaniel was pushing in row after row of rolling garment racks from outside.
Fiona was beside him, helping to arrange everything.
Serena glanced outside.
Wow.
A large truck was parked out front.
Nathaniel was unloading one rack after another from the truck into the hall.
The racks were packed with a dazzling array of clothes, pants, and bags.
The unique tailoring and design style...
Why did it all look so familiar?
And... were there more racks appearing? The display was getting more and more spectacular.
The hall was almost completely filled.
Noticing Serena, Fiona smiled and hurried over. "Miss Lancaster, come and see! The young master had Nathaniel deliver all of this first thing in the morning. He heard you like the brand YB, so... he basically moved a portable wardrobe here for you. Do you like it?"
Because the villa required absolute privacy, Nathaniel and Fiona were the only two servants.
They had been busy for hours since early this morning.
"YB?"
Serena's eyebrow twitched.
She stared at the endless racks of YB's latest collection-and even some of their past vintage pieces—that now took up nearly half the living room.
She fell silent for a moment.
So...
The mysterious, outrageously rich person who had quietly emptied out YB's entire inventory...
Was Nicholas?
The big spender who had dropped a billion dollars to commission a private design from her...
Was Nicholas?!
No wonder... Nicholas had told her to finish it in five days.
Because Brianna's coming-of-age party was in five days.
Had Nicholas spent a fortune specifically to have her design an evening gown for his own sister?
But...
The evening gown she designed, based on the requirements Nicholas provided was bold edgy, and had an
aggressive, striking presed an
That style was a complete mismatch for Brianna's sweet and lively personality, which was like a ray of sunshine.
Nicholas had given so many professional design specifications when commissioning the gown, which proved his taste and design sense were exceptionally high.
He couldn't possibly be unaware of what style suited Brianna.
Serena considered whether she should
quickly design and make a
back gown for Brianna one that better matched her style. .net>
"What are you thinking about?"
A deep, masculine voice suddenly came from behind her.
Warm breath brushed against the skin behind her ear.
A crisp, pine-like scent enveloped her from behind.
Serena froze. The sudden closeness made her instinctively want to pull away.
But when she turned and met the man's smiling, mesmerizing eyes, she forced herself to remain calm.
The man had clearly just come from the kitchen.
A dark gray apron was tied around his lean waist.
He was holding a dish in one hand.
Tall, slender, and devastatingly handsome, he had a certain... husbandly charm.
"Serena, dinner's almost ready. What are you still doing standing here?" Nicholas caught her reaction and smiled.