The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 61

Quinn felt restless for the next few days.

Between ward rounds and charting, she secretly searched on her phone: "gala outfit ideas," "understated luxury dresses," "how to make a lasting impression."

Over the weekend, Quinn called Lydia Lane to drag her out shopping.

"Lydia, I... I don't really have anything suitable to wear... I want to buy something new."

Lydia immediately caught Quinn's underlying meaning and said enthusiastically, "Leave it to me! I guarantee you'll be the most stunning woman at the gala!"

They walked into a boutique, where Lydia immediately spotted a dress on a mannequin.

It was a burgundy velvet slip dress. The color was rich but not garish, and the cut was incredibly form-fitting, perfectly hugging the curves of the bust, waist, and hips. The delicate straps exposed a generous expanse of luminous shoulders and collarbones, while the back featured a plunging V-shaped cutout.

"Try this one!" Lydia's eyes lit up.

"Is this... appropriate?" Quinn hesitated, having never worn anything so seductive.

"Why wouldn't it be? I think it's perfect!"

Under Lydia's persistent urging, Quinn stepped into the fitting room. It took her a long time to finally emerge, a deep blush painting her cheeks.

"Oh my god!" Lydia circled her, letting out an exaggerated gasp. "Quinn, you look absolutely gorgeous! This dress was practically tailor-made for you!" She leaned in close to Quinn's ear and whispered with a grin, "I bet my life that when Dr. Foster sees you in this, he won't be able to look away. You're going to completely captivate him!"

"Lydia, stop joking around!"

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