Marcella was left speechless, her mind reeling with the unexpected request. She couldn't believe what she was being asked to do. "Marcella, it's just for a week, I promise," Ambrose said, his voice filled with persuasion. "I'll make sure you're well compensated for any stress or inconvenience this may cause."
Marcella took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on Ambrose as she considered his proposal. She thought about it for a moment, her mind racing with questions and doubts. Finally, she spoke up, her voice laced with curiosity. "Sir, was this the reason you asked me to come on this trip with you?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Ambrose quickly shook his head, his expression reassuring. "Not at all, Marcella. I swear, I had no idea this would come up. It's just a strange coincidence."
Marcella agreed , her skepticism evident. "Ok I will do it.
Colin intervened, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Marcella, thank you for considering this. All you need to do is present yourself well as Ambrose's wife. Just be yourself, and you'll do great. I'm sorry, there's no time to practice, but I believe in you."
Ambrose nodded in agreement, his eyes locked onto Marcella's. "We'll get through this together, Marcella. Let's go make this meeting a success."
With that, the three of them left for the meeting, Marcella's heart racing with anticipation and a hint of nervousness.
As they arrived at the meeting, Marcella couldn't help but notice the other associates already seated and engaged in hushed conversations. Ambrose gestured for her to take a seat, and he pulled out a chair for her to sit down. He then sat down beside her, exuding an air of confidence. Colin, the lawyer, sat across from them, his eyes fixed on Marcella with a reassuring smile.
"Good afternoon, everyone," Colin began, his voice clear and strong. "My name is Colin Wright, and I'm here with my client, Mr. Ambrose Ledger, and his wife, Marcella Ledger. We're thrilled to be here today to discuss the opening of Ambrose's fashion company branch in Dubai."
The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Marcella, and she felt a slight flutter in her chest. Abdul Mohammed, the owner of the building, stood up and extended a warm greeting. "Good afternoon, Colin, Mr. and Mrs. Ledger. You're welcome. I'm Abdul Mohammed, and the building you're interested in purchasing belonged to my late father. I'm looking to sell it, and I believe it would be a perfect location for your fashion business."
Abdul rummaged through his briefcase and pulled out a stack of documents. "Here are some of the papers you can sign today. The remaining documents will be finalized at the dinner party I'm hosting at my residence later this evening."
Marcella's eyes widened as she took in the sheer volume of paperwork, her mind racing with the implications of what they were about to embark on. Ambrose placed a reassuring hand on her knee, and she felt a surge of gratitude towards him. She took a deep breath and smiled, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
"I truly believe Dubai would be an excellent location for your fashion branch, Ambrose," Abdul said again with a warm smile. "It's a vibrant city with a passion for style and luxury. I have no doubt your brand will thrive here."
Ambrose nodded in agreement, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. "I couldn't agree more, Abdul. Dubai is the perfect blend of tradition and innovation, and I'm confident our fashion brand will resonate with the local market."
Abdul raised his glass in a toast. "Cheers to a successful meeting , my friend! I look forward to seeing you and your lovely wife, Marcella, at the dinner party tonight. It will be a fantastic opportunity to celebrate get to know each other better."
As the meeting drew to a close, the group exchanged warm goodbyes and handshakes. Ambrose turned to Marcella and smiled, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Shall we get ready for tonight's dinner party?
Marcella smiled, her heart racing with anticipation.
Ambrose turned to Marcella again with a thoughtful expression. "Marcella, we need to get you a gown for tonight's dinner party. Something that will make you shine like the star you are."
Marcella's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Sir, I already have a gown - the one you got for me when we arrived."
Ambrose chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ah, Marcella, that's a beautiful dress, but it's not quite suitable for a dinner party like this. You need to look like a million bucks, like a true fashion icon. Trust me, my dear, we need to find something that will make you look like a stunning wife - the part you're playing, remember?"
Marcella's face flushed slightly as she hid behind her hands, her eyes shining with nervous excitement. "Okay, sir... if you say so."
Ambrose beamed at her, his smile warm and encouraging.
As they strolled towards the car, Ambrose and Marcella couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over them now that their meeting was finally behind them. They slid into the plush leather seats, sinking into the luxurious comfort of the spacious backseat. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle purr of the air conditioning created a cozy cocoon around them, enveloping them in a sense of privacy and tranquility.
Ambrose, looking debonair in his tailored suit, turned to Marcella with a warm and appreciative smile. "Thanks to you, Marcella, that meeting was a success ," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Now, let's get you the best gown. You'll be the belle of the ball at the dinner party tonight!"
Marcella's face lit up with excitement as she settled in for the ride, feeling like a princess in the luxurious surroundings. "Thank you sir, I can't wait to try it on!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. And with that, the two of them were off to the mall, ready to find the perfect outfit for their evening out.
As they strolled through the shopping mall, they stumbled upon a charming boutique that caught their eye, and they decided to venture inside. A friendly sales associate promptly approached them, asking how she could assist. Ambrose, with a hint of grandeur, declared, "Please, show my wife the most exquisite gown in your entire collection!" Marcella's eyes darted towards Ambrose, her heart skipping a beat as she thought to herself, "Wife? Did he just say wife,?," but we're alone?"" The sales associate, oblivious to the subtle tension, began presenting Marcella with an array of stunning gowns, encouraging her to try them on. As Marcella modeled each dress, Ambrose found himself captivated by her beauty and grace, his thoughts drifting to a surprising realization: "I'm really starting to develop feelings for Marcella... but she's my maid, of all people!"
As Marcella struck a pose in the stunning gown, gazing at Ambrose with admiration, she couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions resurfacing. She had been trying to suppress her feelings for him, but it was no use. Lately, he had been going out of his way to be kind and supportive, and it was melting her defenses. "Ah, come on, Marcella, get real," she scolded herself. "He's only being nice because of his fashion label, not because he actually cares about you." But even as she tried to rationalize her feelings away, she couldn't shake off the flutter in her chest whenever Ambrose was near. Suddenly, she snapped out of her reverie, her inner monologue interrupted by the sound of Ambrose's voice, asking her how she liked the dress.
"Marcella, what do you think of the dress?" Ambrose asked again, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, I absolutely adore it!" Marcella gushed, her face lighting up with a bright smile. "It's really lovely, I think it's perfect for the party. You look stunning in it, Marcella!" Ambrose added, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "I'm so glad you like it," Marcella replied, still beaming with delight. "Let's go pay for it," Ambrose said, already heading towards the cashier. "I'm famished, let's get back to the apartment so we can eat something!"
Ambrose paid for the beautiful dress, and he didn't stop there - he also treated Marcella to a matching shoe and handbag. After they finished shopping, they headed back to the car, with Marcella's new purchases carefully packed away in bags. As they were about to leave, Marcella's phone rang. It was her best friend Beatrice on the line, sounding a bit worried. "Hey, mi amore! I haven't heard from you in ages - no calls, no messages. Are you okay?" Marcella reassured her, "I'm fine, my love. I'm so sorry, I've just been super busy. I'll call you back as soon as I get to the apartment." She quickly ended the call, and Ambrose asked with a hint of curiosity, "Was that your boyfriend?" Marcella swiftly replied, "Oh no, sir! That was my best friend Beatrice." They then drove to the hotel, and upon arrival, they made their way to their apartment, eager to relax and unwind after their shopping excursion. Once inside, Ambrose ordered a delicious meal for both himself and Marcella, thinking it would be a great way for them to refuel before getting ready for the dinner party tonight. As they waited for their food to arrive, they both settled in, feeling grateful for the successful meeting.