Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica) novel Chapter 196

"Jessica, get up. I know you're not sick. You fooled me last time and I won't buy it again."

Jessica propped her body up.

"Just cut to the chase," she said.

Vicky started ranting on.

She tried to get Jessica to refuse to marry Lambert.

Jessica smiled bitterly and said, "Why not stop wasting time on me and try to persuade your son?"

Vicky was rendered tongue-tied. She came to nag at Jessica because her son wouldn't listen to her.

"There's nothing he can do as long as you don't say yes."

Vicky thought it was very easy.

"Madam, I managed to leave Birmingham after getting fully prepared and without even informing you in advance, but then your son found me and brought me back," she said.

"No, there must be another way. Your marriage won't end well. My son will have a dark future if he marries you. I can't stand by and watch him go down the wrong track."

Vicky would in no way let them get married.

She kept nagging in Jessica's room. Jessica found her so annoying and ignored her.

Without being responded, Vicky left reluctantly.

In the afternoon.

Several people came.

This place had never seen any strangers before. Even the servants knew that the designers were invited over because Lambert didn't want Jessica to leave this house.

Vicky signed morosely in the living room.

Amy whispered something in her ear and she asked Amy to bring them directly to the living room.

"Good afternoon, madam. Mr. Williams called us over to discuss the wedding dress with Miss White," the wedding designer said in a French accent.

"Are you all here to design Jessica's wedding dress?" Vicky looked at the group the six people and gasped.

"Yes, I'm the lead designer. They're all my colleagues," the man introduced.

Vicky opened her eyes wide and looked at the designers sitting across the table. She asked, "How much Mr. Williams paid you?"

The lead designer answered hesitantly, "Well, you can ask Mr. Williams directly."

Vicky cursed in her heart. 'I wouldn't ask you if Lambert would tell me.'

However, she pretended to be informed and continued, "He mentioned casually this morning and I didn't pay much attention. Buying a wedding dress is no big a deal for the Williams family after all."

The designers traded confused glances.

They were here to talk with Jessica instead of bargaining with this middle-aged woman about the price.

Besides, they were very busy and numerous customers were waiting eagerly for their designs.

They'd come all the way from Paris on short notice and every minute counted. They didn't intend to waste their time on an irrelevant woman.

The designer asked, "Is Miss White home?"

Amy looked at Vicky and said, "Madam, I'll go get Miss White over."

Jessica was in the room knitting the little scarf again.

She came out of her room after Amy told her that the designers had arrived.

Jessica went to the living room in a loose woolen dress and slippers and greeted the designers agreeably.

After preliminaries, the lead designer cut to the chase.

"Miss White, do you have a particular style of wedding dress that you like, or do you have any special ideas that you want to use on your wedding dress?"

Regardless of the grudges between her and Oliver, she liked the dress at the wedding with him the most. It was the most beautiful wedding dress she'd ever seen.

It was so ridiculous that now she was choosing a wedding dress again. She wasn't in love and didn't have a family, but she was going to wear a wedding dress for the third time.

She answered faintly, "I don't have any special preferences. Just do as Mr. Williams says."

Vicky hadn't left the living room and was listening to their conversation.

She was contented that Jessica didn't make any requirements. She wouldn't allow her son to squander money on her.

The designer said awkwardly, "But Mr. Williams said that you make the final call."

They were confused. Brides were usually very excited and enthusiastic when they met the design team. It was the first time they had met such an uninterested bride.

Jessica didn't want to make things hard for them and was afraid that Lambert would talk to her about the wedding dress again, so she asked, "Do you have any photos of wedding dresses? I need some reference."

The lead designer asked his colleague next to him to take out an album from his briefcase in which were all the dresses they'd designed.

The album was handed to Jessica but Vicky took it.

She flipped through the album and her face darkened.

She was stunned from the first page. The album contained the design drawings, design concepts, and pictures of the final look of every dress.

What astonished her most was that the women in the dresses were either royals or celebrities.

After she closed the album, she took on a pained expression.

Vicky had been dreaming of wearing a wedding dress for her whole life but she'd never got that chance.

No man would fire designers from Paris to make her a dress.

Daniel had never gone wedding dress shopping with her and made it clear to her that he would never marry her.

Therefore, she'd given up.

Although he couldn't marry her, he gave her money and offered her shelter. That was enough.

Perhaps because those pictures had brought back too many memories, Vicky abstractedly handed back the album to the designer.

"Miss White, wouldn't you like to have a look?" The designer sounded surprised. How could the bride be so indifferent?

The woman beside the bride had snatched the album so excitedly but looked very disappointed after skimming through it.

Jessica said, "I saw the pictures when she flipped through the album. Your dresses are all very pretty and ingenious. I believe you. I'll leave it to you."

The designer said nothing more seeing that she wasn't interested at all.

Anyway, it was just business and what mattered was that they got paid.