He Gave Her a Wedding, So I Named My Gown Farewell Chapter 08

He Gave Her a Wedding, So I Named My Gown Farewell Chapter 08

When I didn’t respond, my assistant continued.

“Boss, if you don’t know him, I’ll have security escort him out.”

“It’s fine. I know him. Go back to work.”

I slowly walked toward Adrian.

Before I even reached him, he couldn’t wait to greet me.

“Elena. Long time no see.”

The corner of my mouth moved.

“Mm. Long time no see.”

“Congratulations. You’re a top designer now. I knew you could do it. You were always amazing.”

“And yet you once stopped me from going abroad for my career.”

“I…”

I smiled lightly.

“I’m joking. Blame my own lovesick brain.”

“I didn’t know you had a sense of humor.”

Of course he didn’t know.

Back then, when I was with him, I spoke carefully.

I only said things that sounded nice.

Things he liked to hear.

Now I had no such concerns.

Naturally, my mouth had stopped taking orders from fear.

“I’m all right. Are you here to see the exhibition?”

“Yeah. I heard from someone that you were back, so I wanted to come see you.”

I turned in a circle in front of him.

“Now you’ve seen me.”

“I have. Seeing you’re doing well puts my mind at ease. Does your stomach still hurt? You need to take your…”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore. I paid to get it treated.”

Adrian froze for a moment.

Then he nodded.

The atmosphere fell into awkward silence.

Adrian’s gaze shifted from me to Farewell.

“Elena.”

“Mm?”

“Joanna told me this dress called Farewell is the one you tore up back then.”

I stood there and didn’t answer right away.

The memories tied to this dress weren’t as beautiful as people imagined.

Adrian had never seen the original draft.

I had drawn it behind his back.

During the day, I drew it at the studio.

When the studio was too busy, I waited until Adrian fell asleep at night, then got up and kept drawing so he wouldn’t find out.

During that time, almost all my energy went into this draft.

Who would’ve thought that when it was nearly finished, I would see Adrian’s social feed?

Only then did I realize the happiness I thought was coming had been nothing more than my own mistake.

Three years had passed.

Everything had changed.

But every time I remembered it, my heart still ached faintly.

I cleared the hoarseness from my throat.

“Yes. It’s that one.”