Since I Found You
White Wedding Dresses

“What do you think all of this is not too fast, Mister?” Altea gave a look of doubt, after Vlad had expressed his intentions earlier. “We just met. Anyway, I ...”

“You didn't hesitate at all when you handed your body to me that night, Altea. What made you change so drastically?” Vlad drew his face closer while trying to kiss Altea's lips.

However, Altea immediately dodged, by giving a few inches of distance. Vlad did not touch his lips. Altea grimaced small, while tucking her hair behind her ears. “Why did you become weird like this, Mister?” ask Altea wonder. “Formerly, you are the man who ...”

“You also used to be nothing like this, Altea,” by Vlad immediately.

“It was very different, Sir,” argued Altea put on an innocent face. “Mrs Delma says, that a woman should always maintain her attitude and appearance in the presence of men. Especially, the men from the upper class ...” Altea paused her words, when she heard Mykola thumping softly. The young woman turned to Vlad's assistant, who seemed uncomfortable when she had to watch the scene and listen to the conversation.

Altea slid her hair back behind her ears, revealing the small earrings that Vlad had returned. The young woman turned her attention to Vlad, who was playing with Mykola. The two men looked very serious, although not a word was said. It is clear that they are communicating.

“Finely, I'll just go in,” Altea said. This time, it was precisely him who became the wrong behavior to be between Vlad and Mykola.

“Wait for me at the dinner table. After breakfast, we'll go,” Vlad's message loud enough, since Altea is already a little away from them. Altea. However, he did not respond to the blond man's words. The beautiful woman turned back, then stepped into the mansion.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard now lived Vlad and Mykola. This time, the two men were able to speak freely, without having to use telepathy.

“How?” asked Vlad who had guessed, that the aide of his faith must have brought important news other than what he had described earlier.

“As you command, Sir. I sent an email to Karl Volkov and his wife Miabella Conchetta last night. This morning, Karl Volkov gave an answer. They are willing to attend your wedding party later,” explained Mykola.

“Good. Prepare everything well. I don't want anything to happen that will ruin the party" Vlad said seriously.

“Don't worry, Sir,” says Mykola. The dark-haired man was silent for a moment. He seemed to be thinking of something. “Master,” said after being silent for a while. Making Vlad who was observing the situation around the courtyard, immediately turned to him. “Miss Miller looks very different. He looks much more ‘jinak’ than before,” Mykola said with a doubtful expression.

“Yes, you are right. After nearly a month in the clutches of Ludwig Stegen, Altea did change a lot. Look at the clothes he chose. Like he's not the real one, though ..” Vlad paused his words.

“Atti what, Mister?” ask Mykola curiously.

Vlad did not answer immediately. He even seemed reluctant to respond again. “Already,” he said as he patted Mykola's arm. “Well, we have breakfast first. If you are married later, you will definitely feel reluctant to invite me to do activities together,” Vlad said lightly.

“You're sure to marry Miss Miller, Mister?” ask Mykola. The man seemed to not believe that his master would let go of his bachelor.

“Confidence is the initial capital of the entrepreneur in making a decision,” Vlad replied without any burden at all. He stepped in followed by Mykola.

In the dining room, the two handsome men saw Altea sitting pensively while facing the luxurious dishes presented. “Why do belun eat too?” vlad asked, taking a seat beside Altea.

“I'm waiting for you,” Altea replied while looking at Vlad.

“You can eat first. This place is yours after we get married. You will be the great mistress of this mansion" Vlad said as he looked at Altea lovingly. "Now, eat.” Vlad gave a calm smile, gesturing for Altea to immediately pick up his tableware.

After the brown-haired beauty scooped up the food on the plate, Vlad ate a portion of the dish that was prepared for him. No more conversations, until the morning meal was over.

After breakfast, Mykola said goodbye to return to Germany. But he will come back tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Vlad took Altea to go downtown. About ten minutes into the ride, Vlad's vehicle arrives in front of a special boutique that provides his wedding gown and various supplies.

“Come, Honey,” take Vlad after opening the passenger door. He reached out his hand, helping Altea get out of the car.

“Thank you,” reply Altea while nodding slowly. He received a helping hand from Vlad, then walked into a minimalist style building with the dominance of white.

“Select whichever dress you like,” Vlad whispered, as the boutique clerk approached the two of them and offered to help.

“We have some of the latest collections, Miss,” said the employee who is more focused on Altea. He directed the young lady to the inside of the boutique. Vlad followed them.

On the inside, the clerk showed some wedding dresses for Altea. “Please, Miss. You can try it. However, this can also be custom made," explained the employee while showing the details of the dress earlier.

Altea turned to Vlad. His eyes look objected. However, Vlad only gave a small smile while gesturing, for Altea to follow the boutique official.

Altea changed dresses up many times. Until the last choice fell on a plain white dress with three-four sleeves. There are no details on the dress with a V accent on her back.

Vlad was so stunned to see Altea walking slowly towards him. “How about this one?” tanya Altea hesitated. He waited for the blue-eyed handsome man's answer.

Vlad did not answer immediately. He grabbed Altea by the waist, then pulled her slowly to get closer. Unconcerned by the passing visitors and the loyal boutique clerk waiting until Altea made a choice, Vlad kissed the thin lips of the woman who had stolen his heart. Gentle and soulful, she poured out her love for the powerless Altea resisted.

“You are so beautiful, Altea,” flatter Vlad half whisper.

“It seems, this dress is too beautiful for me,” Altea said slowly. A speck of disappointment, clearly visible from the look in his eyes.

“You deserve your happiness too, dear,” Vlad said as he lifted his royal chin. The man was about to kiss Altea again.

“You know for yourself what my job is like. I no longer have pride as a woman,” argued Altea before Vlad could touch his lips.

“You can't say that or I'll be mad at you. Don't ever bring up what you've done with Ludwig, because it'll make me imagine all sorts of things." The handsome face of pure white was stiffened, It was clear that Vlad was very objecting to Altea's words.

“Stop demeaning yourself. You're worth more than anything. After all, you're not the only woman who's ever experienced something like that" Vlad scolded softly. Fortunately, they speak German, so it is not understood by people who may have heard the slow conversation.

“I will restore your confidence as well as your self-esteem as before, Altea. I will make you happy,” Vlad said with confidence.

Altea's eyes were glazed. He has no power to reply to Vlad. Altea could only cupper both of Vlad's cheeks and kiss his lips gently. “Then ... I chose this dress,” she said shyly.

“Good. We order this one.” Vlad smiled broadly. His eyes could not be seen from the beautiful body of Altea, who returned to the dressing room. Not long after, Vlad's lover came out from there with a radiant face.

"My future wife wants the last dress" Vlad told the boutique employee, who approached immediately after Vlad called her.

"Oh, sure," he said. He turned his attention to Altea. "Do you want to add details or anything else?"

Altea. He did not understand the words of the boutique employee, so Vlad immediately translated them.

"No need. I'd rather keep it plain like that" Altea replied. Vlad immediately relayed it to the employee.

"Oh, okay. We'll send the dress if it's finished to your address, but if you're willing you can also pick it up right here. Work time is approximately five months. That also includes very quickly, sir," explained the employee.

"Ah, can't. We'll be married in a week. I want this dress to be finished before the weekend. It doesn't matter if you have to increase the price" Vlad said.

"Will but, Mr ...."

"If you can, we take it. If not, we will look elsewhere to be able to," Vlad interrupted the employee. Makes him quiet for a moment.

The employee seemed to think before returning to talk. "Shortly, Sir. I'll tell the production manager." He contacted the person in question. The employee said everything Vlad asked for.

"Production responsibility responds to your request, Sir. However, he asked for an additional fifty percent, since we had to pay overtime employees."

"No problem" replied Vlad. He took out a black card from his wallet, then offered it to the employee.

“Thank you.” Vlad nodded politely, before leaving the boutique.

"Is there a problem?" ask Altea.

"none. I only added fifty percent to the price of the dress" Vlad replied, opening the car door.

"Why?"

"Because I asked to be done in one week," he replied.