Chapter 80

Cassandra changed into the new dress in the fitting room. She had to admit that Ryan had good taste. The dress didn't look all that special on its own, but it surprisingly matched her vibe perfectly. It was simple and elegant, with a quiet sense of vitality. Not flashy, but enough to catch attention at first glance and hold it. The heels fit just right, too. They were only three inches tall, much better than the four-inch black ones she had bought online. Wearing those all day at work had been torture. Three inches felt just right and more comfortable. A few of the shop assistants gathered around, their eyes lighting up. "Mr. Scott really has an eye for fashion. This outfit looks amazing on you." When Cassandra stepped out of the fitting room, Ryan was standing with his back to her, talking on the phone. He only turned around when he heard her footsteps—and then froze. His eyes locked on her and didn't move for a while. One of the assistants called out, "Mr. Scott, take a loo