"Mr. Ford, help me!"

Just in the nick of time, Celeste opened the door herself.

Her cheeks were flushed as she appeared in front of Nathaniel, who breathed a sigh of relief but noticed immediately her anxious expression.

"What's going on?"

Before he could get an answer, Celeste grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

"Mr. Ford, my dress is a mess, I can't possibly go out like this."

He followed her embarrassed look downward and saw her slender legs peeking ...