The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 108 The Red Dress Incident

Chapter 108 The Red Dress Incident

Lily asked a store associate to take down a long gown she liked and headed into the fitting room.

She thought the dress looked great on her.

But the neckline was a bit too low. Her bust was naturally quite full, and this dress made it even more obvious. It felt a little uncomfortable. She decided to go with something with a higher neckline.

She was too focused on browsing to notice that Wendy and her daughter Elsa had also entered the store.

After putting the red gown back, she noticed a lake–blue dress and was about to ask an associate to grab it when Wendy’s shrill voice pierced the air.

“This dress is ruined! I saw Lily come out of the fitting room with it earlier… She probably couldn’t afford it and decided to ruin it out of spite!”

Wendy had seen Nancy outside just minutes ago, taking a call.

Aurelia is Nancy’s brand. She is nearby and likely to stop by.

Even if she didn’t, I can call her over.

I always defend Elsa and can’t stand the idea of Lily being treated well.

Nancy had spoken out publicly for Lily, which meant she had a pretty good impression of her.

I couldn’t let Lily gain favor with the Luke family.

I, Luna, and Nancy had all been college classmates. While my bond with Nancy wasn’t as close as with Luna, we were still old friends. Elsa had once saved Nancy’s nephew, and our families had a decent relationship.

the Luke family to adore Elsa

deliberately damaged

pissed off the Lukes, who would

raised her

up trouble with Nancy by destroying

clientele were affluent socialites and

brand and respected the Luke family’s power. Many even hoped to win

shout/they naturally came over to see what was

dresses didn’t go below

as the word ‘damaged‘ was mentioned, the staff rushed over like it was a five–aların fire. Even the

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The

dress had been

evening gown from the newest collection, priced

the most expensive in the store,

It was absolutely stunning.

center of the showroom,

a top atelier, it shimmered like velvet under the lights,

edged with star–like rhinestones and hand–sewn Baroque pearls, tracing an

hand–dyed, gold–dusted velvet

the fluttering petals, there was intricate gold embroidery, entirely hand–stitched. It was the final

a sense of

now, the bodice, waist, and hem had all been slashed. The dress was

could this happen?”