"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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"I'm really sorry, I made a mistake and forgot to upload this part. It's actually number 34, and the latest one I uploaded is 35. I apologize for that. The chapter is short because it was just a part of it, and I didn't want to make the chapter too long."
Isabella approached her office with deliberate strides, gathering her belongings in preparation for her departure. However, just as she was about to leave, her steps came abruptly to a halt. A gasp escaped her as she spun on her heel, her eyes widening at the unexpected sight that met her gaze.
Taehyung approached Isabella, silently approaching from behind her. His eyes gleamed with a hint of satisfaction as he spoke, "How is it?" his voice carrying a hint of anticipation. Isabella's gaze was fixated at the sight in front of her, and her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her.
Isabella's words stuttered out as she turned to look at Taehyung, her voice filled with astonishment and disbelief. "H-how did you...?" she managed to say, her words stumbling over each other in her surprise. Her eyes darted between him and the back , struggling to process the unexpected revelation.
Taehyung spoke softly, his voice tinged with a touch of genuine appreciation. "I don't want your hard work to go to waste," he explained, "I had seen the way you put your heart into making this dress." his words carried a sense of respect for the effort she had poured into the dress.
Together, they turned their gazes towards the elegant dress, its beauty shining even in the dim lighting. The intricate details and the care that had been poured into its creation were all too apparent.
Isabella approached the mannequin, her steps slow and thoughtful. Her fingers traced the fabric of the dress, the touch gentle and reverent. "I told the staff members to throw this away," she whispered, her voice tinged with resignation.
Taehyung's voice cut through the silence, his words firm and resolute. "I want you to wear this tomorrow for Samarah's birthday," he stated. His eyes locked onto hers, a determined glint in his gaze.
Isabella turned to face him, her eyes meeting his squarely. She spoke with a resigned tone, her voice tinged with a hint of disappointment, "I made this for her, so I can't wear it myself." She had poured her heart and soul into crafting this dress for her sister's special day, and the thought of wearing it herself felt like a betrayal of sorts.
Taehyung closed the distance between them, his steps deliberate and purposeful. His voice was steady as he spoke, "That's why I worked on this dress, gave it a new look," he clarified. "It means you can wear this..." He paused for a moment, then continued, "Because I made this for you." His gaze locked onto hers, intense and unwavering.
Taehyung had spent the entire day tirelessly working on the dress, his focus intense and unwavering. He had barely taken a break, determined to finish the garment as quickly as possible. The hours passed by in a blur as he meticulously attended to every detail, his dedication to the task unwavering.
