Ava's POV

Since everything had fallen according to plan, the proposal from Mr Martins was the most alluring and profitable, so I instructed Peter to leave the news pending until the day of the annual event.

Guess what. After long days of working my ass off to make sure Ethan wouldn't be able to call the name of his own company before the crowd, the day was finally here.

“Uhm, could you please help me choose a dress from these,” I threw three hangers onto the bed in frustration, with both hands resting on my hips for support.

For the one millionth time, I glanced at each of the dresses....