Chapter 461 Victor watched as Isadora's silhouette slipped from the room and disappeared down the hall.
He wandered out onto the balcony, one hand in his pocket, his gaze as dark as midnight as he studied the garden below. Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number.
"Did you take care of the ring?" Finley's lazy drawl floated through the receiver. "Con, you know I get things done. The rough diamond's already been sourced from Africa. It's a rare, vivid blue-far more precious than your average sapphire. Next step is to have it cut into the largest heart-shaped ring you asked for." Finley let out a low chuckle. "Big enough to weigh down her whole hand. The rest of the blue diamonds will be designed into a matching necklace and earrings. They should all arrive in Capitolion by air this week." "And your custom-designed wedding dress is being fine-tuned by Northmarch's top designer as we speak." When Finley mentioned the dress, he couldn't help but needle Victor with a teasing lilt.
"Well, well, Crown Prince. You designed the wedding dress yourself-talk about sincerity. If I were Isa, I'd marry you on the spot. Hell, I'm tempted myself." Victor's reply was curt. "Shut up." Finley snickered. "Hey, I'm just happy for you. Nanette's been houndingfor days, asking when you're going to propose. I haven't said a word, I swear." Just hearing the nNanette soured Victor's mood. He knew Isadora was attending tonight's charity gala with her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAbandoning your own husband just to hang out with someone else? Seriously? Victor's expression was unreadable. "If you leak a single word about this, I won't hesitate to tell your parents about your little romance and have them arrange a marriage for you." That's cold, man.
Finley opened his mouth to protest, but the call cut off before he could say anything.
After hanging up, Victor braced both hands on the balcony railing and leaned over, watching the dog walker feed Pudding down in the garden.
Pudding's appetite had been off lately. Even when served the finest treats, he only picked at them before turning up his nose with regal disdain.
Victor let out a short, amused huff.
Sensing eyes on him, Pudding glanced up, spotting Victor on the balcony.
He barked loudly-an unmistakable note of annoyance in his voice.
Ever since Isadora's return, Victor had kept Pudding at a distance, refusing to let him cupstairs or even play in the hallway.
But now, Victor crooked a finger in his direction.
Pudding, assuming he was being summoned to join Isadora inside, immediately ditched the dog walker and bounded up the stairs to the third floor.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm* The charity gala was in full swing.
Crystal chandeliers hung high above, their dazzling lights pouring dow like a river of stars, catching on the guests' evening wear and making every gown and tuxedo gleam even brighter.
This evening's gala was organized by the Capitolion Charitable Society, with every donation and auction item going directly to support people with disabilities. Św
To encourage the city's old-money families and business magnates to donate, they'd even opened the doors to the press.
Socialites and heiresses from the city's most powerful families arrived in their finest attire, eager to make a show of their generosity and earn a little goodwill for their family businesses. Isadora and Nanette stepped across the threshold.
At once, a swarm of reporters surged forward, drawn by the scent of fresh gossip.
Thanks to the recent Fitzgerald Group wedding announcement, Isadora had becthe "it girl" of Capitolion.
Camera flashes popped in rapid succession, shutters clicking nonstop as microphones nearly brushed her face. "Miss Vaughan, has the Fitzgerald Group's wedding announcement changed your life in any way?" "How did you and Mr. Fitzgerald meet? Is this a shotgun wedding?" "What's your secret to winning over Mr. Fitzgerald of the Fitzgerald Group? Any tips you can share with our readers?"
"Stocks at the Fitzgerald Group have dipped lately-is it because of them engagement news? Are you aware of this?"