No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1285

Eleanor's gaze fell on a pale champagne-colored satin gown. It had a simple cut with no extra embellishments, yet it exuded an air of elegance. She said to the manager, "I'll try this one on."

"Of course," the manager immediately arranged for Eleanor to try it on.

When Eleanor came out, the manager's eyes lit up. Eleanor had excellent taste. The dress fit her perfectly, neither too ostentatious nor too plain, and it beautifully complemented her intellectual aura.

"This one suits you perfectly," the manager praised sincerely.

She then called over a makeup artist to do Eleanor's makeup and hair for the evening. Eleanor sat patiently as the artist worked. When she opened her eyes, the reflection in the mirror showed a brighter, more captivating version of herself.

At twenty‑eight, she'd lost her girlish softness but kept a bright, effortless youth about her. The makeup just sharpened that grown‑woman allure.

Eleanor looked at herself in the mirror, her expression relaxed and composed.

"Miss Sutton, you look absolutely beautiful!" the manager complimented generously.

"Thank you." Eleanor tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and glanced at her watch. It was five-thirty.

Just as Eleanor was picking up her bag to go downstairs, the shop door opened. Greeted by the staff, Ian's tall figure strode in.

He was dressed in a dark gray bespoke suit, and the gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses immediately locked onto the woman descending the stairs.

His eyes rested on Eleanor, and for a moment, he froze.

He had seen her in so many ways—innocent, shy, radiant—but today, she was stunning.

He had seen her without makeup in the lab and had seen her speaking eloquently in meetings. But today, with that unique blend of cool elegance and alluring charm in her eyes, she was perfectly captivating.

Ian walked over to her and asked, "Are you ready to go?"

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