Chapter 179: Doesn’t Want People to See Her Sexy Look
The staff brought out the first dress, a champagne-colored strapless gown. They led Isabella into the dressing room and helped her put on the dress.
As Isabella descended in the outfit, Emanuele was stunned.
Isabella had a great figure, he had always known that. Now, seeing her in this dress, he realized just how amazing her figure was. The rounded chest created a captivating curve, appearing exceptionally sexy. Down to her waist, it was incredibly narrow, as if he could control it with just one hand.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
As she moved, her mesmerizing curves swayed, filling him with desire. He couldn’t help but swallow hard.
The dress hugged her closely but flared out at the hem, swaying with her every step. The lights reflected off the sparkling dress, making Isabella look like a mermaid swimming in water.
Emanuele felt like his soul had been drawn away. He also noticed that Isabella’s recent fitness efforts were paying off. Her arms were slender yet strong, and her back was tight and straight, walking with a relaxed grace. She resembled a queen.
“Looks good?” Isabella asked, approaching Emanuele.
Regardless of how Emanuele felt about it, Isabella thought she looked exceptionally beautiful in this outfit. Just changed into it, she felt like Cinderella turning into a princess.
She finally understood why wealthy young ladies were enthusiastic about attending various parties and gatherings. Wearing such beautiful dresses, looking glamorous – who wouldn’t love it?
Although Isabella’s wardrobe was already quite extensive, it mostly consisted of casual wear. Dresses like these were only procured by Emanuele when necessary. After wearing them once, they couldn’t be worn again, and styles needed frequent updating.
She was Emanuele’s wife and the queen of the Chicago Mafia. Isabella knew that her attire represented Emanuele’s reputation, and he took care of this matter.
She was quite satisfied with this dress, but Emanuele, with a frowning face, said, “Not good-looking, go change.”
Isabella was surprised; how could this not look good?
“I think it looks great,” she quietly countered.
Emanuele walked up to her, placing his hands on her waist, pressing against her. The fabric of the dress was thin, and Isabella could feel the warmth of his hands penetrating through. “If you think it looks good, keep it and show me. But, darling, I still think this dress isn’t suitable for going out. Be a good girl, go change into another one,” Emanuele whispered in Isabella’s ear.
The man’s warmth teased Isabella’s ear, making her inexplicably blush. “Okay, I’ll go change into another one.”
She could tell from Emanuele’s passionate gaze that he also thought she looked good in this dress. But why wouldn’t he let her wear it out? Men’s thoughts were sometimes even more challenging to understand than women’s. Emanuele watched as Isabella disappeared into the dressing room once again.
But in Emanuele’s mind, the image of Isabella wearing that dress just now involuntarily surfaced. Her fiery figure and striking appearance made Emanuele feel like his body was on fire.
He was always fascinated by Isabella’s figure, feeling that she was created just for him. Therefore, Emanuele didn’t want Isabella to appear so sexy in front of others. He didn’t want her to be seen by other men. Better not let Isabella wear this dress.
Soon, Isabella came out in the second dress. When Emanuele saw this dress, his eyes still flashed with amazement.
It was a silver floral maxi dress, with a simple style. It had short sleeves and a one-shoulder design, fitted from the chest to the waist. However, at the hem, the dress started to flare out, consisting of three layers: a petticoat, a layer of silver floral fabric, and a top layer of sheer fabric.
It looked simple, intellectual, and carried a sense of elegant solemnity.
Isabella, being young, should theoretically make people think she was trying on adult clothes. However, her current temperament unexpectedly matched this dress, exuding a mysterious and cool feeling.
Suddenly, Emanuele felt that Isabella’s current temperament was becoming more and more like his own.
She completely mastered this style.
She wasn’t the naive Mafia princess; she was the spokesperson for the Mafia, the queen scrutinized for every word and action.
This dress perfectly set her apart from Karen and the other Mafia princesses.
Emanuele said, “I think you can wear this dress to the party.”
Isabella continued changing into the remaining three dresses, but in the end, she decided to wear the second dress. Emanuele liked it, and she thought it was suitable.
It was like her battle attire. She knew Karen invited her, not expecting her to comfortably enjoy the birthday party.
Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, it was Karen’s birthday.
Her party was held in a villa, with many people coming and going. As Isabella and Emanuele entered the party hall, many eyes turned toward them.
Some were sizing up Isabella, while others were eyeing Emanuele.
When Emanuele married Isabella, they faced threats from Sicilian enemies. Even though they had organized another event, not as many people attended. Everyone knew Chicago was unsafe, and they wouldn’t casually come over. Emanuele also wouldn’t invite too many unfamiliar people.
So, many people here were meeting Isabella for the first time.
Their gazes were filled with curiosity. They had heard that Emanuele had married someone without any background. Was this woman the one?
Seeing Emanuele and Isabella approaching, Karen prepared to show Isabella a bit of her influence. Her birthday party this time was grand, intending to let everyone see Isabella.
See how Isabella, a woman with no family background, was so unsuitable for high society, destined to be stepped on by her.
Karen walked toward Emanuele and Isabella, first greeting Emanuele. “Emanuele, I knew you would come to my birthday party. I’m so happy.”
She walked up, intending to hug Emanuele, but he directly dodged her.
Suddenly, Karen’s expression darkened. She turned to glance at Isabella, hoping to find fault, but upon seeing Isabella’s outfit, she couldn’t utter a word.
As the Bratva princess, she was the most favored in the family. She could have any clothes she wanted. However, what Isabella was wearing was a limited edition from a luxury brand that she had admired but couldn’t get at the time due to its high demand.
Unexpectedly, Isabella was now wearing it!