The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1752

It didn't take long before James whisked Mirabella off to the mall. They made a beeline for a high-end designer store.

The manager, sizing them up immediately, knew this couple exuded a certain affluence or high status. She wasted no time in having her team bring out the latest collection for them to peruse.

Mirabella, who never really fussed over clothes, figured that as long as something looked good, it was good enough. She casually scanned the racks and picked a dress to try on, but James stopped her.

Mirabella shot him a curious glance. James smoothly took the black dress from her hands, his fingers gracefully moving over the hangers until they paused on a pale blue gown sprinkled with crystals. "Try this one," he suggested with a nod.

Raising an eyebrow, Mirabella accepted the dress and headed to the fitting room.

James settled into the lounge area's sofa, signaling for the manager to give them some space, then pulled out his phone to ring Wyatt.

"Bring the invite to the Earl's manor tonight," he instructed.

Wyatt was caught off guard. "You're not planning on hitting up another gala tomorrow, are you?" he asked, surprised.

"Do you have a problem with that?" James's voice carried a hint of warning.

Wyatt quickly backtracked, "Nope, got it. Consider it done."

James wasn't one to have his plans questioned. He hung up with a decisive click. Wyatt, on the other end, could only sigh in resignation.

James pocketed his phone just as Mirabella emerged from the fitting room, drawing his attention.

Gone was her casual outfit, replaced by a stunning blue strapless gown that fit her like a glove, turning her into a vision reminiscent of a sea siren.

Tiny crystals dotted the fabric, catching the light and shimmering like sunlit waves. The gown's train skimmed just above her ankles, accentuating her long, elegant legs.

After what felt like an eternity, James pulled back, meeting Mirabella’s misty eyes with a darker, more intense gaze, though he eventually reined himself in.

He took a step back to give her space and said, "Let's find you another dress."

"Okay," Mirabella replied, her expression neutral.

James chuckled softly, ruffling her hair before heading back to the racks.

He finally settled on a long black dress—the very one Mirabella had initially picked. It offered more coverage, and once she tried it on, both were pleased with the choice.

Yet, as he paid, James also decided to buy the blue dress, just in case.