"Of course, that’s all thanks to your impeccable taste, Mr. Pierce. Whether it’s business or the women, you always choose the very best."
"But, if Mrs. Pierce gained just a little weight, it would be perfect. The waist of this dress seems a little loose," the assistant continued.
It was only then that I noticed that this evening dress, which was supposed to hug my figure perfectly, now hung loosely around me. The waistline was now two sizes too big. I guessed it was due to the weight had lost because of the cancer.
Upon hearing this, Simon’s gaze fell on my waist.
The relaxed ease in his expression vanished as he frowned slightly, "What’s wrong with this store? I’ll have them send someone over immediately to fix it."
Without wasting a second, he reached for his phone and was about to make a call, but I stopped him.
"I’ve been losing weight lately and they probably didn’t have time to keep up with my size."
"The birthday party is more important. We shouldn’t waste time on something so trivial."
At my words, a flicker of anxiety flashed across his features.