CHAPTER 190: CHAPTER 190: BORN TO BELONG TO EACH OTHER

As the words fell, a few waiting stylists and assistants warmly came up, "Miss Crowe, let’s start trying on these few outfits first."

Miraculously, Holly Crowe was changing outfits online.

For the next while, Holly was either putting on clothes or taking them off.

Finally, when Holly emerged wearing that satin strapless floor-length white dress, the entire room fell silent.

The white satin material shimmered with a gentle luster, highlighting her elegant shoulder and neck lines, making her appear both pure and noble, and yet with just the right touch of sensual charm.

"It’s so beautiful!"

The stylist was the first to snap back to her senses, exclaiming in amazement, "This sheer dress fits you perfectly! I can’t even imagine how stunning you’ll look in the intricately embroidered wedding dress at your actual wedding with President Sinclair!"

Holly felt a bit shy from her words and instinctively glanced at Blake Sinclair sitting on the sofa.

He was also looking at her, his gaze deep, full of appreciation as it moved with her.

Later, the stylist designed a hairstyle for her, during which Blake Sinclair stepped out for a while.

The overall look was completed.

The stylist circled around Holly, resting her chin in her hand, her gaze falling on her neck, slightly furrowing her brows.

"It’s just that the neck area looks a bit empty and somewhat plain. Let me see if there’s a suitable necklace to match."

Just as she was saying this, footsteps could be heard approaching from the direction of the stairs.

Everyone turned towards the sound to see Blake Sinclair slowly descending from the second floor.

He held a dark blue velvet jewelry box in his hand and walked up to Holly.

"No need to look any further, wear this."

He opened the jewelry box in front of everyone.

A chorus of gasps rose around them.

The box contained a ruby necklace.

The main stone was a pure, vivid blood-red ruby, surrounded by a circle of white diamonds.

Under the refraction of the lights, it sparkled dazzlingly, concentrating all the world’s fervor and luxury.

"Is this... the Red Crown?"

The stylist gasped, her voice trembling, "Oh my! It’s the legendary royal necklace, the Red Crown! I never expected it was finally acquired by President Sinclair! No wonder there hadn’t been any news of it since the last auction!"

She was too excited to speak coherently, her eyes filled with envy as she looked at Blake Sinclair and Holly Crowe.

"It is said that accompanying this Red Crown necklace, there’s also an equally rare ruby ring!"

Red Crown Ring...

Holly’s heart skipped a beat, her gaze blankly resting on the necklace.

She remembered the day they got their marriage certificate, that ruby ring Blake Sinclair had placed on her finger, also called the Red Crown.

So, they are a pair.

Did he already acquire it back then?

Blake Sinclair ignored the gasps and kept his eyes steadily on Holly Crowe.

He took out the necklace, stepped behind her, gently swept her hair aside, and fastened the necklace around her neck.

The fiery red gemstone dangled perfectly in the hollow of her collarbone.

The snow-white satin gown made the red even more striking and mesmerizing, like a proud plum blossom in the snow, its beauty was breathtaking.

From behind, Blake Sinclair gazed at her reflection in the mirror, his eyes profound.

From the very first moment he saw her step into that white gown, he envisioned this necklace being a perfect match for her.

Indeed, they were meant to belong to each other, just like him and her.

"It suits you well." He smiled tenderly, extremely satisfied.

Holly looked at the man in the mirror, her heart involuntarily skipping a few beats.

At this moment, it felt like he was truly crowning her.

Once the dress and accessories were confirmed, they had lunch.

Throughout the afternoon, Holly’s mind was on the list for the family gathering sent by Laurel and the attendee information she provided.

She held the tablet, her brows tightly knitted, trying hard to memorize those unfamiliar names, faces, and the networks and potential issues behind them.

"Morgan Sinclair, third granduncle, responsible for the overseas operations department, wears glasses, likes tea, personality..."

"Jeanette Sinclair, aunt, her daughter married to...."

"Second uncle, has a goatee, beer belly, responsible for entertainment news.... Little granduncle, loud speaker,....."

Memorizing intensely, the information was overwhelming, and she felt like her head was about to explode, only managing to remember a few after half a day, which made her somewhat agitated.

Blake Sinclair walked over, already groomed and immaculate in a custom suit, exuding an imposing elegance.

He stood behind her, watching her troubled expression, and couldn’t help but chuckle, "Is it that difficult?"

Frustrated, Holly glared at him, "Who do you think I’m doing all this hard work for? If not to avoid letting others find out you’ve lost your memory, would I need to cram all these into my head last minute?"

Seeing her puffed-up face, the amusement in Blake Sinclair’s eyes deepened.

He leaned down, placing his hands on her chair, humbly admitting fault: "Yes, it’s my fault. Thank you for your hard work, Mrs. Sinclair."

Holly felt a warmth in her ears, and most of the resentment in her heart inexplicably dissipated, but she still wouldn’t admit it out loud.

"Glad you know!"

By evening, the car drove into Noralis Villa at Sinclair Manor.

The ornate iron gates opened, the garden was brightly lit, luxury cars entered one after another, and well-dressed male and female guests came in droves.

Holly and Blake Sinclair had arrived at the manor earlier in the afternoon to prepare.

As soon as they arrived, Blake Sinclair was called away by Laurel Sinclair, seemingly to confirm some last things.

Laurel Sinclair, not wanting Holly to be bored, had Shirley Sinclair keep her company.

"Auntie, Auntie! Do you think my new dress looks good?"

Little Shirley Sinclair lifted the hem of her white tulle dress, wearing a dainty diamond tiara on her head, twirling excitedly in front of Holly, adorable as a little angel.

"It looks great, our little Shirley looks the best, today she’s a little princess." Holly smiled, patting her head.

"Auntie, Auntie!"

Little Shirley suddenly grabbed her hand, shaking it, "Will you come with me to find my Princess Elsa Magic Wand? I think I dropped it in the flower room when I was playing there this morning!"

Holly did not refuse and took her little hand, "Alright, auntie will go with you."

As they left the room, they could still hear the chatter coming from the front hall.

The flower room was on the fifth floor.

Blake Sinclair’s room and study were on the fourth floor, and they needed to go up one more level.

The stairs were at the corner, so they didn’t plan to take the elevator since it was only one floor up.

The wall sconces lit the corridor, and the surroundings were quiet.

Little Shirley was babbling about her magic wand the whole way: "Coco also has a Princess Elsa Magic Wand, but mine shines brighter than hers! Once we find it, I’ll do some magic for you, Auntie!"

"Magic wands are really good for making wishes. Last time, I wished for a cake, and the next day, mom bought me PADA."

"Once we find the magic wand, Shirley will do a magic trick for you, okay?"

As she chatted, she suddenly realized that Holly, who was holding her hand, had stopped walking.

"Auntie?"

Little Shirley looked back in confusion and found Holly standing still, gazing in the direction along the corridor.

Following her gaze, Little Shirley saw it was the direction of the study.

The door to Blake Sinclair’s study wasn’t fully closed, leaving a crack.

And Holly’s eyes were fixed through that crack on something in the corner of the study.

The corridor light cast a shadow on her face, showing her surprised expression.

"Auntie? What’s wrong?" Little Shirley shook her hand a bit, concerned.

Holly snapped out of it, withdrew her gaze, and forced a smile, "It’s nothing... Let’s go, Shirley, let’s go find your magic wand."

She held Shirley’s hand firmly and continued quickly up to the fifth floor.

In just that short moment, her palms were already clamming with cold sweat.

After finding the magic wand in the flower room with Little Shirley, the two returned to the fourth floor.

As they pushed the door open, they saw Blake Sinclair and Laurel Sinclair already waiting inside.

"Are you ready?"

Blake Sinclair walked up, took her hand, "The party is about to begin, let’s head down."

The warmth of his palm spread through the skin, momentarily dispelling the chill in Holly’s heart.

She nodded, allowing him to lead her.