Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 1050

Chapter 1050: Chapter 1050 Merry Christmas_1 Chapter 1050: Chapter 1050 Merry Christmas_1 Ryan Wesley was indifferent to beautiful dresses, but Purple Summers and Zara Jameson were very surprised.

Making gowns is time-consuming, which shows that Jane McCain had been preparing for this event well in advance, and she had prepared not only gowns but also exquisite masks to match them.

“They’re beautiful!” Purple exclaimed with excitement.

The mask and gown Jane prepared for her were purple, with rhinestones decorating the cut-out eye areas, patterns that were enchanting and seductive, and slightly elongated side feathers that stretched the shape of the eyes, making her look like a purple fox.

Purple touched the mask and looked at the dress, unable to put them down.

Zara’s gown was a fairylike shade of lake green, just as beautiful.

Jane herself chose an orange set.

Perhaps in preparation for the costume party, these gowns were boldly and brightly colored, which would seem exaggerated for everyday wear, but in this colorful and bustling environment, they were particularly appropriate.

There was still a bright red dress left in the suitcase; Ryan picked it up, looked at it, and his face turned green as he said, “I can’t wear this.”

Jane McCain burst into laughter, “You wish, this was prepared for Sister Aria, it’s a shame she couldn’t come.”

Ryan immediately showed his dissatisfaction, “Don’t I have one?”

Jane ignored him, excitedly dragging Purple and Zara to change their dresses.

Soon enough, three fairies appeared before Ryan.

At first, Ryan gazed admiringly at Zara, but then his eyes fell on Purple, and he couldn’t help but gulp nervously.

Dressed like this, would Master Xander…

—-Bang!

Before he could dwell on it any longer, several fireworks exploded in the sky, brilliant and colorful.

All the girls started squealing, “So beautiful!!!”

Ryan felt like he was about to go deaf.

As the yacht docked, the group made their way to the bustling streets, where everyone was in the midst of a carnival!

Every person in the street was dressed in bizarre and exotic costumes, either wearing a mask or with their faces covered in paint, the whole city was singing and laughing, almost boiling with excitement!

Purple had never experienced such a lively scene.

They squeezed through the crowd, all the while people coming toward them, each saying “Merry Christmas!” regardless of whether they knew each other or not.

The girls immediately replied, “Merry Christmas.”

In any case, everyone was beaming with joy.

Jane shouted into Purple’s ear, “Does your husband know you’re coming?”

Alexander Summers certainly knew, but he didn’t know the exact time because Purple was going to have fun with friends and it was uncertain when she would go to find him.

Jane teased again, “Dressed like this, will he be able to recognize you?”

Purple didn’t answer; her face was overtaken by an ever-growing smile.

She thought to herself, probably not?

The mask hid most of her face, exposing only the lower jaw, making it hard to recognize.

Including Jane and Zara in front of her, if Purple hadn’t known in advance that one was wearing orange and the other green, she wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart either.

After teasing Purple, Jane turned to tease Ryan, “If I changed Zara’s clothes, would you recognize her?”

Fearing she was up to some mischief, Ryan immediately grabbed Zara’s hand tightly, “Stop messing around! There are so many people in the streets; what if I can’t recognize her and we get separated?!”

All the girls burst into laughter, nearly falling over themselves.

Another group of people wearing bizarre costumes and colorful masks walked toward them, brushing shoulders as they passed, each offering blessings–
“Merry Christmas!”

“…Merry Christmas!”

Everyone was chuckling and laughing, and Purple was in high spirits. She was just about to say Merry Christmas when a man in black wearing a mask suddenly took her hand from the end of the line.

Purple was astonished.

Before she could react, he had gently kissed the back of her hand, “Merry Christmas.”

His voice was deep and lazy, as if surging over from across the river, tumultuous and cold, yet devoid of emotion.

Purple felt as if she had been frozen.

She slowly turned her neck, inch by inch, her gaze moving past the crowd, but she could no longer see the man’s figure.

…Was it an illusion?

Why did she feel that it was Nathaniel summers?