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.

knew exactly what Sigrid was thinking, but she couldn't be bothered to explain. 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

her colleagues; even another word with Sigrid felt like a waste of effort. Sigrid, seeing just how indifferent Effie was to her now, felt a fresh wave of discomfort. Effie used to be so accommodating, so eager to please.

Instead, she looked every bit the

was eating her alive as she watched Effie

through the entrance. Clearly, someone important had arrived. Instinctively, everyone turned toward the door-and

was exactly the effect Isabel wanted. She'd waited until the room was full before

her gaze across the crowd. No wonder this was the Fashion Gala- everyone was dressed to impress, every outfit a declaration of status and

"Miss Isabel looks

she's a dancer and a celebrity. Of course she has the

gown? Practically impossible

voice spoke up somewhere in the crowd, "I'm pretty sure I just saw

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