"The wedding dress is just too pricey, I really can't accept it."
"What's there to not accept, it's just a dress after all." Zara spoke with an air of nonchalance.
"No, I can't accept such an expensive gift," Charlotte firmly chose to reject.
However, after hearing Charlotte's words, Zara twirled her measuring tape on her finger and chuckled at Charlotte.
"Charlotte, don't forget, if it wasn't for you, my Melissa Tanner Studio would probably have disbanded by now. It's you who reignited the spark in my studio; you are my life-saving benefactor. Forget just one wedding dress, I'd be willing to design a set for you every year."
"A set each year? That would mean getting married every year." Charlotte murmured quietly.
"That's why,"
Zara stepped forward, grabbed Charlotte's wrist and pressed her into the chair, smiling: "If you don't want me to make you a wedding dress every year, then just accept this one obediently, got it?"
