And that suit was also my favorite, a pure black suit, with the "DIOR" logo engraved on the left chest and a shiny tie clip on the tie, looking quite classy.
I heard it was designed by a famous designer from DIOR, specifically designed for men with my body type.
After I put on this suit, I walked to the full-length mirror and took a look. The exquisite suit outlined my V-shaped physique, clearly revealing my muscles, and the suit pants below were also well-tailored, connecting directly from the hips to the ankles, without a single wrinkle.
I looked like a successful person and a very handsome one at that.
Then I went to the bathroom and quickly fixed my hairstyle. I had a crew cut, so I just ran my hand through the top of my head, making myself look a bit more energetic before heading out.
As I left the room, John and Emily were watching a show in the living room.
John was the first to notice the movement in my room, and he quickly said, "David, you finally woke up, do you want to eat..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw my appearance, completely stunned, eyes wide open, mouth agape as if it could fit a baseball.
Even Emily was staring at me intently, with unmistakable admiration in her eyes. I could tell that most of it was attracted by my handsome face and muscular physique.
"I'm not hungry, I'm going out on a date with my girlfriend."
"Jeez, David, is it really necessary to dress so handsomely for a date? This suit looks like it costs tens of thousands of dollars; who can match you if you dressed like this? It's like the CEO of a big company having an affair with his secretary."
"As long as my girlfriend thinks I'm worth it." I chuckled.
Then my phone rang, it was a message from Catherine: [I'm already downstairs, are you ready?]
I glanced at it, put away my phone, and said, "Let's talk later, my girlfriend is already downstairs, I'm leaving now."
After that, I walked to the door without looking back and changed into a pair of clean and shiny leather shoes.
As I reached downstairs, I saw Catherine standing there. She was dressed extremely beautiful. She was wearing a silver dress, with a subtle shimmer, the hem of the dress reaching her ankles, wearing a pair of Christian Louboutin pointed crystal high heels, and carrying a handbag of the same brand.
Her hair was tied up high, with some fine stray hairs scattered around her ears, complementing her delicate, fair face with light makeup; along with her superior posture, she looked just like a princess from a fairy tale.
I was instantly stunned, trying to control my breathing, and slowly walked up to her, taking her hand and gently kissing it. "My princess, you are simply too beautiful."
Catherine curled her fingers around my hand, using my strength to tiptoe and lightly kiss the corner of my lips.
Soon she released my lips, her voice gentle as she said, "You're handsome too."
After that, she smiled slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of playfulness. It seemed that she was very satisfied with my outfit today.
"As long as you like it; shall we go?" I squeezed her hand, the calloused thumb gently rubbing her soft and delicate hand back.
"Sure." Catherine nodded and led me to the back seat of the car.
There was a driver in front driving, and it wasn't until I sat in the car that I realized that this was the latest luxury car.
It was my first time sitting in such a car, and I felt that the chassis of the car was much more stable, even the jolts from speed bumps were greatly reduced.
At this moment, there was a vibration from the pocket of my suit pants, making my legs tingle.
I took out my phone curiously and saw a message from John.
He sent a picture first, the photo was of Catherine tiptoeing to kiss the corner of my lips, although he took it from a distance, the image was still very clear.
Then he added some text: [David, tell me the truth, are you a rich heir from a wealthy family here to experience life in the company? No one told me your girlfriend is so beautiful! And the car you're riding in is so cool! Is your girlfriend dating you for a business alliance?]
I chuckled helplessly, didn't reply to his message, and put my phone back in my pocket after reading it.
Catherine, on the other hand, was sitting close to me as if no one else were around, reaching through my arm and interlocking our fingers.
"By the way, are you okay? I felt something strange in your voice on the phone just now, like you were sick." she suddenly said.
"I'm fine, it should be because I slept too long." I shook my head lightly and then lowered my gaze to hold her hand back.
I went to bed at 9:30 in the morning and slept until after 4 in the afternoon, so I felt a bit dizzy.
After washing my face and changing my clothes, I felt much more awake, and seeing the stunning Catherine made me feel completely better.
Soon, the car stopped in front of a high-end hotel, and the doorman at the entrance automatically opened the door to greet us as we got out of the car.
Catherine got out of the car first, and I followed. After we got out, the driver parked the car in the parking lot.
I instinctively bent my arm, waiting for Catherine to link arms with me. She also understood what I was thinking and smilingly placed her hand on mine.
"This hotel has been booked by my family today. We'll go straight to the third floor later, my dad is already waiting for us in Room 311." Catherine whispered in my ear.
I nodded slightly, but couldn't help feeling a bit nervous.
After all, this was the first time in my life meeting my girlfriend's parents, and this parent happened to be the richest tycoon at the moment. What if I offended him? Would I end up bankrupt?
And before this, he had arranged a marriage partner for Catherine. What if he insisted on us breaking up?
Catherine seemed to sense the pressure I was feeling, she reached out her other hand and gently patted my hand back, "Don't worry, my father won't do anything to you, as long as we are determined to be together."
"We will definitely succeed, trust me," I responded.
Soon we arrived at the elevator, and the attendant pressed the button for us, taking us to the third floor and then to the private room on the third floor.
"Here we are, Room 311, please come in."
"Thank you." Catherine smiled and led me into the room.
In the private room, there were two men: one older and one younger. The younger man was about the same age as me.