The anniversary was in a day. Rose felt a bit excited. She had never attended such a big event before. She was afraid that she would embarrass Caesar.
It was nine o'clock in the evening. She went to bed after applying the mask. Caesar kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"Rose, sweet dreams. You'll be surprised tomorrow."
The next morning, Rose woke up and saw two women she hadn't seen before.
"Well, who are you?" Rose looked at them in confusion. Without Caesar's permission, they couldn't have come here.
"Hello, Miss Willis. We are your stylists. It's time for you to get up now."
Rose didn't see that coming. She rubbed her eyes and got up.
"Miss, please try on the dress first. Even though it's made to your size, we're afraid it won't fit."
Rose's eyes lit up when she saw the dress. "This dress is for me?"
She never thought she would be able to have such a beautiful dress, which she had only seen on TV.
"Yes. Mr. Peterson had Milan designers make a dress for you a month ago, and it was only made a few days ago.
"The embroidery is all handmade. He's so nice to you."
Rose's heart was filled with warmth. She knew that Caesar was the best.
"Let me try it on." Rose put on the dress with a happy look on her face. It fit perfectly.
"Wow, you look amazing! Mr. Peterson do have a good eye."
"Really?" Rose was very quiet today. She sat at the dresser and let them do her make-up.
When she opened her eyes again and looked at herself in the mirror, she was taken aback. She was like Cinderella who became the princess after putting on the magic dress.
Caesar walked in. He was wearing a fine suit.
A sweet smile played across Rose's lips. She felt like she was the bride, and Caesar was the groom.
There was a pair of shoes in his hands.
"I think you need them."
They were silver stilettos. Rose fell in love with them at first sight.
"They are so beautiful."
"You like them?" Caesar asked gently.
Rose nodded repeatedly. "Yes, I do."
"Come on, let me help you."
Caesar got down on one knee and gently lifted her feet. The stylists were stunned. It was so romantic.
They were just like the prince and Cinderella in the fairy tale world. Mr. Peterson was so gentle that he knelt to put her shoes on!
The stylists wouldn't have believed it if they hadn't witnessed it.
"Well, have a walk and see if it suits you." Caesar said very considerately.
Normally, new shoes were a real pain in the ass. He had them made of a softer material, because he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.
Rose walked carefully. Although she had not attended the celebration yet, she was already too happy to speak.
"It's about time. Let's go."
"Okay."
Caesar picked her up and carried her downstairs. Rose blushed. "I can walk on my own." "I want to carry you because you look like my bride." "I feel the same way."
"Rose, why don't we get married now? I love you so much."
Rose replied shyly, "I'm still young..."
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