The changing rooms, temporarily set up by the production team, were just a short distance away.
After changing, Naomi Kenway parted the curtain and stepped out. A red fishtail dress perfectly accentuated her stunning, curvy figure.
Gasps of admiration came from the surrounding staff members. "That dress is absolutely perfect for you, Ms. Kenway."
"Thank you," Naomi Kenway said.
Ian threw himself into Naomi Kenway's arms, looking up at her with his big, glistening eyes.
"Mommy, you're so pretty!"
Naomi Kenway gently rubbed Ian's little cheek. "You're such a good boy. What a sweet-talker."
"I'm not a sweet-talker! Ian is an honest boy, and Ian's mommy is the prettiest mommy in the whole world!"
Naomi Kenway couldn't help but smile. She noticed Ian had already changed into a suit—a small, black one that made his skin look even fairer, like a delicately carved cherub.
"My son is so handsome. Did Daddy help you change?"
