“If someone who doesn’t know this hears it, they’ll misunderstand terribly. I don’t have a nasty hobby of tormenting people, you know.”
But it’s true that you have a nasty hobby, Dylan.
You’ve tormented and teased me several times today, and yet you’re denying it now.
Lola could only complain endlessly in her mind, unable to utter a single word.
“If you really want, I can’t say no. Sure, let’s take care of it tomorrow while the iron is hot.”
Dylan said as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear with his finger.
“Eat quickly before it gets cold. I hear you need some stamina for the dress fitting.”
Then Dylan returned to his seat. Only then did Lola let out a deep breath she had been holding and furrowed her brows.
He seemed to misunderstand again.
This makes it seem like I’m the one who’s anxious about not being able to fit into the dress.
‘How embarrassing.’
Dylan’s lips curled up softly as he watched Lola’s expressions change repeatedly.
I wonder what she’s thinking now, he mused.
**
Dylan, who insisted on only the most expensive and the best, took Lola to a famous wedding dress shop in the country. The advantage of this place was that it offered not only domestically made dresses but also imported ones. With many dresses that gave a simple yet clean feel, the selection was vast, making it extremely popular among brides.
As Dylan entered the dress shop holding Lola’s hand, the eyes of the female staff sparkled incessantly.
Even though it was a familiar sight to see him attract attention wherever he went, Lola still hadn’t gotten used to it.
No, as time passed, her discomfort only deepened.
She hated the way the female staff drooled over Dylan as if they were seeing a handsome man for the first time. Not only that, but the attention the women showed him also irritated her, and the way they gazed at him as if entranced was extremely annoying.
Lola knew all too well that this was all due to the growing greed in her heart.
A female staff member guided them to the waiting room. After Lola filled out the customer card while sitting in the waiting room chair, the staff handed them a catalog and a new collection album to help her choose a dress.
While occasionally adding kind explanations, the staff kept sneaking glances at Dylan, who was sitting next to Lola. Despite Dylan showing no interest at all, Lola felt incredibly uncomfortable watching the scene unfold.
‘Excuse me, could you stop stealing glances at someone else’s man and wipe your drool?’
If she could just say that boldly, it would at least feel refreshing.
But lacking the courage to do so, Lola had to endure in silence, which was incredibly distressing.
“Shouldn’t you try on at least six dresses?”
“……?”
Who would understand if he suddenly blurted out something like that?
When he sometimes spoke like this, cutting off the beginning and end, Lola often found herself bewildered.
As Lola made a puzzled expression, Dylan casually flipped through the catalog and added, “There seem to be quite a few simple and pretty designs that would suit you. I’ll pick them out, so take your time trying them on one by one.”
Only then did Lola slowly nod her head, finally understanding his earlier words.
But suddenly, her eyes widened in surprise.
“But Dylan, isn’t six too many?”
Dylan, who had pulled his chair closer to hers, leaned in and whispered the answer to her question in a low voice.
“I want you to be the most beautiful bride in the world on your wedding day. After all, a wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime event.”
When Lola fell silent, Dylan’s eyes narrowed.
“You’re not thinking of having another wedding with someone else, are you?”
At his absurd words, Lola flinched and waved her hands vigorously.
“Dear. Absolutely not… I’ll listen to you.”
“I was just joking, why are you getting so serious?”
He looked quite mischievous as he said that.
Lola realized a beat too late that she had been teased again.
He was really infuriating.
Yet, she couldn’t retort, and all she could do was give him a slight side-eye, which was all she could manage.
Seeing all her expressions clearly reflected on her face, Dylan found it amusing and smirked.
The female staff, who had been watching the two of them with a very affectionate demeanor, was filled with envy.
‘What kind of luck does this girl have to end up with such a handsome and capable man?’
The female staff’s eyes were filled with envy and jealousy as she looked at Lola.
Dylan leisurely sat down, flipping through the catalog and the new collection album a bit more before selecting a few dresses to inform the staff.
