Hiding Behind Her Superficiality by Kyla Olson

Chapter 603 Snarky Retorts

“It has been a long time since your last visit, Mrs. Damazio,” the sales associate greeted. Then, the sales associate smiled and led Simone further into the shop. “We have just released several new designs, and I have reserved those found in your size.” The sales associate was perceptive enough to remember Simone was a regular and had treated her like one.

However, Yelena was left behind and ignored. It wasn’t because the sales associate looked down on her. No matter how popular she was, she remained a celebrity who occupied a much lower status in the social hierarchy than a wealthy housewife.

Meanwhile, Simone had an unpleasant expression when she noticed the sales associate ignoring Yelena. “I didn’t come here to shop for myself,” she said. “I’m here to buy a few new outfits for my future daughter-in-law.”

The phrase “future daughter-in-law” prompted the sales associate to approach Yelena. Then, the sales associate respectfully greeted, “Oh, Miss Sullivan. This way, please. You are after a few new outfits, yes? Let me measure you first.”

Nonetheless, Yelena did not trouble the sales associate even though she had been ignored earlier because she knew this was just how society was. “Thank you,” she responded.

After being meticulously measured in a private fitting room, the sales associate presented Yelena with several outfits in her size. “As we are a bespoke tailor boutique, we typically only stock a few designs each season,” the sales associate explained. “These are what we have in your size. Have a look and let me know if you have any requests. We can come up with a custom design for you.”

Then, Yelena browsed the outfits brought to her. As expected of a bespoke tailor, the clothes were exquisite and covered in tiny details that no major brand could imitate. There was one dress that caught her eye. It was a tight-fitting white dress embroidered with white camellias. She was about to pick it up when a woman behind her reached out and snatched the dress away.

dress looks like it’s my size,” the young woman said. “Amy, wrap it up

liked had been taken from her, so she scowled at the tall young woman behind her. “Miss, I was looking at that dress,” she

tapped it as though she did not hear Yelena. After a few long minutes, the woman finally looked up to shoot her a dismissive look. “What are you staring at? Did you pay

Yelena speechless. This woman is not only rude and disregards social etiquette, but her

suddenly went wide as though a realization struck her. “Aren’t you that infamous celebrity Yelena Sullivan? Everyone online is talking about your scandals, but

a rural village, leading to speculation that she might have been defiled. It was evident from how blunt the woman was when referring to the rumors that she wanted to

the person who started those rumors? Don’t you know that the punishment for defamation is years of imprisonment?” Yelena shot

with multiple questions, the young woman panicked. “What are you babbling about? Prison? Stop trying to intimidate me,” the young woman scoffed. Then, she walked around Yelena, scanning her up and down before letting out a scornful smirk. “Your outfit isn’t worth that much. They’re so old and plain. Are

glanced at the woman instead of getting angry.

young woman held her chin

“You might be a VIP guest, but it’s

woman. In her mind, she was a perfect fit for the dress; she was beautiful,

are too short. Your skin is in terrible condition. Pardon me, but can you not spend more on

after hearing the scornful remarks. “Thirties?” she screeched. “I’m only

up to her mouth in shock. “What? You look so much

far away, listening to his girlfriend curse someone out without using vulgar language. He admired how high-brow his beloved’s insults were. Given that she

of herself as she did not expect to be so utterly humiliated. “You—” she shrieked as she was stuck in an awkward scenario where she could not leave, with or without the dress. Ultimately, she flung the dress on the floor and violently stomped on

by how extreme the woman’s reaction was. “That is a dress the designer slaved over. How can you do this