Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1701

The first thing that came to Arianne’s mind was, “Why? You’re planning a wedding between you and Robin?”

Sylvain smiled cryptically and danced around the answer. “Ask me no questions, mate. Just be my co-conspirator.”

Arianne deliberately turned her eyes away from the magazine. “Nope, you can’t make me unless you tell me what this is for. You can’t afford to not get my opinion, right? We women know each other the best, pal, which means anything you pick for Robin might not hit her sweet spot. Am I right?”

“Alright, alright! Sheesh, it’s true, okay?” Sylvain relented. “Remember how Robin asked for nothing when we married? Lately, I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve come to the conclusion that you just gotta have an actual wedding, you know? It’s the kind of thing that usually happens only once in a lifetime; quite a pity if a pretty lady never got to put on a gorgeous bridal gown at least once in her life, man. Sometimes, skipping the ceremonial trappings isn’t always the right call.”

His words reminded Arianne of herself and she wondered if it truly was a pity not to get dolled up in a bridal gown once in a woman’s life. Her mind reeled to the moment when she witnessed Tiffany in her wedding gown, and—if she had to be frank with herself—felt a faint pang of jealousy. Her friend had looked so, so beautiful that day—

“Hello? Earth to Arianne?” Sylvain piped up, noticing she was blanking out and jostled her a little. “C’mon, help me choose. I’ve always thought that we share the same taste in aesthetics—wish I could say the same for Robin—so please, pick one for her.”

Arianne took the magazine over and studied it carefully. It featured a series of bridal gowns designed by Tremont Enterprise, all of them uber popular in the market. Yet, for some reason, none of them caught her eyes.

“You know you’re a big-shot fashion designer yourself, right? Then why don’t you just create a gown from scratch, designed by you and only for her? A gown that’s been personally designed by you will be unique, priceless, and brimming with meaning. It will outclass any other bridal gowns in the world.”

Sylvain rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, you really think so?”

Arianne shoved the magazine back into his hand. “Yes, I know so. If I were Robin, wearing a bridal gown that I know you designed just for me is… It’d make me cry! Ooh, and don’t forget to outfit her with matching jewelry, too—now that is per-fec-tion! Unless… You’re gonna tell me right now that you’re only good with dresses and are actually a dum-dum when it comes to jewelry.”

Sylvain snapped his finger in agreement. “Okay! Your advice has been heard, loud and clear! Color me convinced; it does sound pretty good.”

Perhaps it was just in a woman’s nature to change their minds.

Arianne had fallen into such a conspicuous bout of silence that she was sure Mark would have picked up the cue. Unfortunately, the man was completely clueless and had even begun talking about work!

“Have I told you how our business is booming? I’m projecting a large margin of profit compared to last year.”

Arianne pursed her lips. “Urgh. No matter how much you earn, it’s yours. It’s got nothing to do with me.”

He chuckled. “Of course it’s got something to do with you. My wealth is for you and Smore to enjoy,” he replied. “I’ve mentioned us going on a trip, haven’t I? Regrettably, I haven’t gotten the slightest clue where to go, so I’ll have to defer to you again. Pick a destination; doesn’t matter if it’s within borders or overseas. You see, I expect myself to be a lot busier for the months to come, so if you miss this chance, you might never get it for a while. Your call.”