Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 170:

Leila confirmed the troubling news, and Rachel’s frown deepened. “What on earth is Tiffany thinking, faking something as significant as a marriage? I’m really worried she’ll end up hurt deeply in the future.”

“I’m worried too,” Leila admitted, her brow furrowed. “Look how plainly Tiffany is dressed today. It’s obvious Connor doesn’t care about her. Even for a fake marriage, he should make an effort to keep up appearances. Isn’t he just making her lose face?”

As Marissa drew near, Rachel sighed. “Let’s drop the subject. We might be overheard.”

Leila clamped her mouth shut. When Marissa reached them, Rachel put on a warm smile and inquired, “Tiffany, why aren’t you wearing a dress? Did you forget? I could have someone bring you one.”

Marissa quickly clarified, “Rachel, I am wearing a dress. It’s just under this shirt. I put it on because it felt a bit chilly with today’s wind.”

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Rachel and Leila believed Marissa had just chosen to cover what was evidently a shabby dress with

who was eavesdropping from behind a nearby tree, shared the same thought. Without dwelling on it, Marissa suggested,

Leila. They considered having someone send over a dress to spare Marissa the embarrassment, but since she declined, they respected her wishes. Together, the trio headed toward the villa. Chloe, adorned in her finest, slowly

she discovered that Connor’s affection was all an act. Relieved she hadn’t done anything reckless at the hospital the previous day, she felt she had dodged a major mistake. This was exactly how things were supposed to unfold. Connor would never take an interest in someone as plain

and felt a surge of contentment

a large mirror, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was looking at several veils spread out before her, unsure of which one to wear. Each one was an elegant option yet somehow not quite right for her dress. The dress in question was the lilac creation that had become a sensation online. It was identical to Marissa’s, though Melinda was blissfully unaware that her version was a copy. Her immediate problem was choosing a veil that would complement the dress designed by Sara. Derek’s family had recently acquired a significant fortune. To honor the Warren family, Neil had invested

with Riss, who had shaved her head the previous day, left her with no option but to choose a veil to

were sought after by a global clientele of wealthy women, queens, and princesses, who flaunted them at high-profile gatherings. Over time, Sara’s designs had become synonymous with luxury and exclusivity. A dress of such distinction naturally demanded accessories of equal grandeur. Yet, these

her choice, Chloe entered the lounge. Spotting her, Melinda eagerly sought her opinion. “Chloe, take a look, please. Which of