Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 122

Effie glanced down at her dress, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. Her tone was mild, almost amused. "That's right. Why do you ask?"

Sigrid's voice shot up a notch, her disbelief laid bare. "How could you possibly get a custom UKISS piece?"

Effie arched an eyebrow, her composure unshaken. "Is it so impossible? Yet, here I am, wearing it."

Sigrid couldn't believe it.

If this dress had been on the back of any other socialite in the room, she wouldn't have batted an eye. But this gown was worth seven figures. Effie, of all people— how on earth did she pull this off? Not long ago, Effie had been completely ordinary; now she seemed to have transformed overnight, the ugly duckling turned swan.

The comparison was almost painful-Effie made Sigrid feel utterly forgettable.

If Sigrid ever found out just how many UKISS dresses she had stashed at home, she'd probably have a meltdown. Lyman had commissioned a whole wardrobe for her, after

indifferent Effie was to her now, felt a fresh wave of discomfort. Effie used to be so accommodating, so eager

supposed to be struggling after leaving her brother's house? Instead, she looked every bit the princess-elegant, poised, almost ethereal. It

as she

commotion rippled through the entrance. Clearly, someone important had arrived. Instinctively, everyone turned toward the door-and that's when

wanted. She'd waited until the room was full before making her appearance, instantly seizing

Gala- everyone was dressed to impress, every outfit a

the crowd. "Miss Isabel looks absolutely stunning! That

Of course she has the figure and presence

custom UKISS gown? Practically impossible to

spoke up somewhere in the crowd, "I'm pretty sure I just saw someone else wearing that exact same

weren't loud, but they spread quickly. All eyes shifted between