The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 133

Victoria slipped on the dress and stepped in front of the full-length mirror-then finally noticed what was off.

The gown had a plunging neckline and an open back. In other words, it was nothing short of scandalous.

And on Victoria's flawless figure, the effect was breathtaking. If she dared to dip her chin, that dramatic V would draw every eye in the room.

"Oh my God—”

Yasmine was stunned. She'd always known Ms. Turner was beautiful, but Victoria usually dressed so conservatively that showing a hint of collarbone was about as daring as she got.

Even as a woman, Yasmine found herself swallowing hard at the sight of Victoria's

curves.

With a figure like that, what man at the event wouldn't have a nosebleed just looking at her?

Victoria frowned. How was she supposed to walk out in this?

had done this on purpose-trying to set her up for embarrassment in front of

suggested, her tone nervous. It all just felt a little too much too

picked up her purse and

She smiled, the corners

this is fine," she

be it. With a body like hers,

McNeil. She'd never even gotten to wear a wedding dress, never attended a grand party, never had an occasion

reports and ran his numbers. When McNeil came home, she'd still be barefaced, and even after years of marriage, she'd never worn anything remotely sexy to

forgotten that she was once the darling of Northriver University-the campus queen, admired

now stepping out in a

staircase, the white gown hugged her curves,

walk by

had grown up. She was

brought the car around,

o'clock, the entrance was packed with luxury cars and camera crews, reporters jostling for the

the side entrance. The last thing

the press wasn't here for her-they wanted Violet, McNeil, Curtis, and all the business