Violet took a deep breath, pressing down the dull ache in her chest. Just as she was about to leave, a pair of strong hands held her in place. 

“Violet, why didn’t you wait for me? Are you feeling down today?” He signed. “How about I take you to try on the wedding dress? The custom-made one has arrived. Let’s see if you like it. If not, I’ll have them alter it.” 

He wrapped her in his arms, his fingers ruffling her hair with indulgent affection. 

“I don’t want to go,” she signed. “You can decide on the dress.” 

She would be gone by the wedding day. She wouldn’t be there to wear the gown, so what did it matter what it looked like? 

Perhaps Grayson sensed her indifference. He hesitated before signing cautiously, “Violet, why do I feel like you’re not excited about our wedding at all? Do you… not want to marry me?” 

His eyes held a flicker of panic. Violet met his gaze and, for a moment, wanted to tell him the truth. 

‘Yes, I don’t want to marry you. 

‘It was you who betrayed me first. You trampled our love into the dirt. You are the one who made me lose all hope in this marriage. 

‘So what right do you have to ask me now?’ 

But she had no intention of revealing everything just yet. 

At the bridal boutique, the moment they stepped inside, the staff pulled back a curtain, revealing the wedding dress that had been prepared in advance. 

“Miss Hudson, the custom gown Mr. Warhol ordered for you from France has arrived. Please let us know if any adjustments are needed.” 

Before the words had even fully landed, a translator stepped forward and swiftly signed them in Violet’s direction. 

The employees exchanged glances, their voices lowered in admiration. 

“Mr. Warhol is incredibly attentive. He even hired a sign language interpreter just for her. 

“And not just that. Look at this dress—the main diamond was personally acquired by Mr. Warhol at a Sotheby’s auction. He specifically instructed the designer to set it in the gown. 

“He even paid an exorbitant price to secure the designer’s exclusive service for the entire year, ensuring they worked on nothing but this one dress.” 

Their awe-filled murmurs made Grayson smile. He pulled Violet close, his arm around her waist. 

“Take a look at it. Do you like it?” 

At the center of the dress was a pink diamond, large as a dove’s egg. The train stretched a full five meters, shimmering under the lights with countless embedded diamonds, dazzling as a galaxy scattered at her feet. 

Violet reached out, tracing the fabric lightly. 

She couldn’t deny it. This gown was exactly to her taste.