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Annabel wanted nothing more than to wring Fenton's neck. "A real woman doesn't wrestle with dogs."

"Dogs? Who are you calling a dog?" Fenton shot back, his voice rising.

"If the shoe fits, wear it!" Annabel snapped, her jaw clenched.

Inside the dressing room, Isabel changed her clothes. She caught sight of her earrings in the mirror, and a sly smile curled on her lips—an idea forming in her mind.

"Isabel, are you really going to do this? If someone finds out, we'll be in serious trouble," Carole said, worry etched across her face.

Isabel grinned, all mischief and confidence. "No one's going to notice, not in a place like this. By the time they realize, they'll just assume Effie did it."

"You should still be careful."

Isabel rolled her eyes. "What's gotten into you all? First Annabel refuses to help, now you're lecturing me?"

Carole gave a sheepish smile. She knew Isabel was in a foul mood, and since comforting her wasn't working, maybe it was better to just let her vent.

Effie emerged next, dressed simply but strikingly. Her vintage emerald-green pencil dress hugged her curves, paired with long black gloves and a few pieces of the company's jewelry. The effect was stunning-she looked like she'd stepped right out of a glossy fashion magazine.

Every head in the room turned. People stared, captivated.

Lyman couldn't tear his eyes away from her; wherever Effie walked, his gaze followed.

a round of applause broke out. The photographer

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