The Exclusive Devotion(4)

11

That night, I received an exquisitely packaged gift and when I opened it, it was a stunning red haute couture dress.

It was from Lionel, and the accompanying card read, [Wear it to the party tomorrow.]

I was speechless.

I guess I was supposed to thank him.

Morgan excitedly felt the texture of the dress and praised it endlessly.

"Ella, you have fair skin, so red looks good on you. Lionel has good taste! He's not as stupid as you make him out to be."

How could I have such an idiotic bestie who liked this kind of red color that even my mother wouldn't wear?

Of course, I could only vent to her, and the next day I still wore the festive red dress to the banquet.

Lionel looked at me for a long time before looking away as his ears turned unusually red again.

I was wearing high heels. Swaying and trying to avoid falling, I had to stick close to him while holding onto his arm tightly.

Lionel's body stiffened even more, and I reminded him softly.

"Why are you more nervous than me?