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

open her mouth for a furious retort, the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor turned their attention to the staircase once again. Down came Bethany

a contented smile. Tve had my eye on that gown for ages. It's from the same collection as the one worn by that Yoskela royal family member, right? At

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

no act. She could practically feel the embarrassment creeping up

Bethany to the door, her polite smile unwavering as she saw her

shift. If someone as powerful as Mrs. Canegie can rent a gown for her high society events, why can't I

rent that one, Emily sail, pointing to the

delicate ivory pearls, and what caught Emily's attention most was how closely it

fill in your details. No deposit is necessary, but any damage to the gown will result in full

before signing her name on the final

left. Chloe ascended the stairs once more, contract

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 was a calm maturity about her that didn't belong to someone

signed and settled, Chloe announced, her tone strictly professional as

her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. She spoke with the spoon still in her mouth, her smile bright

her, a lone pawn was positioned to challenge

the board lay a DNA test report, the truth printed

illegitimate daughter. The mystery that had lingered in Ophelia's heart in her last life had

runs her mouth-poor people should stick to street food, they don't belong in fancy

had

it's that place. I went there once-they claimed their desserts were Michelin-level, but the cream was terrible, and the quality

chimed in, "I ate there once and found a fly in

high, you'd think they'd keep the flies out. Glad

us and look down on us? Insulting their customers? Let's see how

"Agreed. Let's see them close up

others accused the brand of

of the restaurants and smashed the

shopping for handbags with 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 hell are you? George's