Chapter 8: Girl in sky-blue dress… (Richard's POV)

Lost in the whirlwind of my thoughts, we finally arrived at Ren's atelier—an enchanting space that seemed to blend fantasy and reality. The air was filled with the scent of creativity and anticipation. As we stepped inside, my eyes were immediately drawn to the captivating sight before me—dresses have strewn across the room like colorful brushstrokes on a canvas. Each delicate garment seemed to hold a story of its own, whispering secrets of elegance and glamour.

In the center of the room stood a majestic sky-blue dress, perched upon a regal mannequin. Its fabric shimmered under the gentle glow of the room's lights, revealing a breathtaking symphony of hues that danced gracefully with every movement. It was a creation that seemed to transcend the boundaries of mere clothing, exuding an aura of otherworldly beauty.

Ren, with his characteristic swiftness, handed me and Cain suits befitting the occasion. His gestures were fluid and graceful, guiding us towards a secluded corner adorned with curtains as if unveiling a stage for our transformation. In that secluded space, I shed my ordinary attire and slipped into the embrace of the suit Ren had provided.

I marveled at the sensation as the fabric enveloped me, molding to my form like a second skin. The suit was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, tailored with precision to accentuate my physique. Its texture caressed my senses, simultaneously gentle and firm, reminding me of the dedication and meticulousness poured into its creation.

Gratitude welled up within me for the physical labor I had embraced in my part-time job—a testament to the hours spent in toil, shaping my body and maintaining my strength. The recent days at the gym, where I had joyfully perspired and pushed my limits, had undoubtedly contributed to the confident fit of the suit.

Meanwhile, Cain, well-versed in the art of attending grand events on behalf of the company, lent his skilled touch to my hair. His deft fingers worked like a maestro, expertly arranging my locks to complement the elegance of the suit and accentuate my features. With each meticulous adjustment, he seemed to weave a touch of sophistication and charisma into my appearance.

Together, adorned in our newfound elegance, we stood ready to step into a world beyond our own—a world of glamour, secrets, and boundless possibilities.

Once we were dressed and ready, Ren was applying makeup on Haze. It was apparent that Haze didn't particularly enjoy wearing makeup. With some time to spare before the gala, I decided to write my web novel on my phone. Cain, on the other hand, was chatting with his other friends. After more than an hour, my body felt stiff from writing. It was then that Ren announced that we were ready.

As I turned my gaze towards Ren, a breathtaking sight caught my attention—a stunning girl gracefully adorned in the very sky-blue dress that had captivated me on the mannequin. It took me a moment to realize that it was Haze herself, radiating an unexpected allure. The sheer transformation left me genuinely taken aback, unable to hide my surprise.