Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 16

Chapter 16

La Reverie store was in a prime location, with one entrance facing the bustling street and another opening into the mall. The boutique was spacious, about 120 square yards, and its minimalist decor spoke of understated luxury. Despite its simplicity, the space exuded a grandeur that was impossible to ignore..

However, the store didn't feel like a typical fashion boutique. It was more like an art gallery. Inside, there were only three evening gowns on display, each draped over custom-made metal mannequins, encased in glass, as though they were too precious to be touched. The gowns themselves were modern with a touch of timeless elegance-classy, sophisticated, yet dated

Hannah and Emily had been standing in the store for what felt like ages, but no one had come to greet them. Finally, the sound of soft footsteps echoed from the staircase.

Chloe descended from the upper level, graceful and poised in a black evening gown with white stripes. Her figure was flawless, her long hair swept into an elegant updo adorned with a delicate hairpiece. She had a presence about her, with a face so refined that it was hard to guess her age.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, ladies. Chloe greeted them politely, her voice soft but firm. All of our evening gowns are custom-made. It typically takes one to two months, and we're already booked through the end of the year. Would you be willing to wait?" Emily and Hannah exchanged glances before Emily let out a small sigh of disappointment. That's quite a long time. I think we'll have to pass."

"What about these three?" Hannah pointed to the gowns on display. There aren't any price tags"

"These three are for rent only," Chloe replied smoothly.

"Rent?" Emily thought with disdain, her eyes scanning the three gowns once more. Me, renting a gown? For my birthday party. I have two other gowns, each tailor-made just for me. How could I possibly wear a rented dress?

Chloe added. "Though, only two are available. The one in the middle has already been rented out by Mrs. Carnegie."

Emily's eyes widened as she quickly realized who Chloe meant "Mrs. Carnegie? You mean the Carnegie family, one of the three most prestigious families in Dellanex?"

"That's right, Chloe said.

Folding her arms with a huff, Hannah scoffed, "The Carnegies are loaded. Why on earth would Mrs. Carnegie need to rent a gown? If you're going to lie, at least make it believable."

Her words, though rude, mirrored Emily's doubts.

"Suit yourself." Chloe's tone cooled as she dismissed their skepticism, no longer interested in indulging their disbelief

the marble floor turned their attention to the staircase once again. Down came Bethany Carnegie herself, looking as regal as a queen. Her presence radiated wealth

heading out. Don't forget to have my gown delivered in a few days, Bethany said with a contented smile. Tve had my eye on that gown for ages. It's

Emily's face froze, her mind spinning. She had seen Bethany before at the charity auction, but the reality

other hand, hadn't met Bethany, but from Emily's expression, she quickly realized this was no act. She could practically

the door, her polite smile unwavering

as powerful as Mrs. Canegie can rent a gown for her high society events, why can't I Even celebrities rent their red carpet gowns,

relaxed. Td like to rent that

gown's neckline and bodice were adorned with delicate ivory pearls, and what caught Emily's attention most was how closely it resembled the gown from the charity auction

your details. No deposit is necessary, but

the document before signing

Chloe ascended the stairs once more,

design studio, where Ophelia sat comfortably on a plush sofa, dressed in an all-black dress, nibbling on a pastry from a delivery box while playing chess against herself. Despite her youthful appearance, there

signed and settled, Chloe announced, her tone

satisfaction. She spoke with the spoon

of her, a lone pawn was positioned to challenge

report, the truth

was indeed Owen's illegitimate daughter. The mystery that had lingered in Ophelia's heart in

family heiress runs her mouth-poor people should stick to street food,

a frenzy of discussion across the internet. Within no time, eagle-eyed netizens had tracked down the restaurant in question-none other than a high-end chain owned by the

I went there once-they claimed their desserts were Michelin-level, but the cream was

chimed in, "I ate there once and found

that high, you'd think they'd keep the flies out. Glad I'm broke. Never heard of this place, and

us? Insulting their customers? Let's see how long they stay open.

Let's see them close up shop for

chain, while others accused the brand of false advertising. The heat attracted the attention of market regulators,

restaurants and smashed

Emily when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and saw it was her father, George Hall. "Hey, Dad," she answered casually, holding her latest purchase in one hand, "Where the