A warm blush spread across Evelyn's cheeks at Alexander's compliment. She quickly averted her gaze, suddenly feeling shy.

"You barely looked at me before declaring I look good. It sounds like an empty platitude." Evelyn pouted slightly, letting out a soft huff before turning to face the mirror.

Her breath caught in her throat.

The vibrant red dress made her skin appear radiant. Her features, usually understated, looked strikingly defined. For a fleeting moment, she saw a version of herself that commanded attention.

Was that really her?

Evelyn stared at her reflection, barely recognizing the woman staring back.

She had never dared to wear something so bold, so inherently eye-catching.

It took Alexander's casual suggestion to reveal how perfectly red suited her.

The dress's craftsmanship was impeccable. Every stitch, every seam, spoke of a master's hand.

Evelyn's professional instincts kicked in automatically. Her trained eye meticulously assessed the exquisite details.

"Alexander," she murmured, almost to herself. "You might understand my style better than I do."

She turned to him, her voice a mix of curiosity and excitement.

"How do you do this?" She paused, a realization dawning. "First, you helped me refine that design draft. Now, you choose a dress that fits me perfectly..."

Her eyes sparkled as she smiled. "Alexander, have you ever considered a career in design? Or perhaps as a styling consultant? With your impeccable taste, you'd be exceptional."

If Sebastian were present, he would likely be laughing uncontrollably.

Alexander wasn't just 'good' at fashion. He was the visionary founder of Aethelgard Industries, a global trendsetter. His influence extended far beyond clothing, earning him respect across numerous sectors.

As the founder of Aethelgard, his superior sense of style was a given.

Yet, with Evelyn, Alexander remained humble. "I don't care about anyone else's opinion. I only want to be your personal designer."

His voice was low and steady, filled with sincerity. His gaze held hers intently.

A wave of warmth flooded through her, leaving her both flustered and touched.

Evelyn stiffened momentarily before another blush heated her cheeks.

She looked away, mumbling under her breath. "You're getting far too smooth with your words. Who have you been practicing on?"

Alexander chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I'm speaking the truth. Why does it sound like flattery to you?"

Evelyn tilted her chin up, feigning indifference. "Well, I'm not easily won over by sweet talk. If you're serious, then prove it. Design something new for me every single day. No repetitions. That's the only way you can truly call yourself my personal designer."

"Alright," Alexander agreed without a moment's hesitation.

Evelyn had only been teasing. She never expected him to take her challenge literally.

Creating a new design daily was not only exhausting but also financially absurd. It was completely impractical.

Shaking her head, Evelyn headed to the bathroom to change out of the dress.

She was completely unaware that the moment Alexander wheeled himself out of the room, he was already issuing commands. "Set up the necessary infrastructure," he instructed, his tone firm. "I want a dedicated design channel established exclusively for Evelyn. From this moment forward, she receives top priority for exclusive, custom-made pieces."

His assistant froze, wondering if he had misheard.