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?

Violet had done this on purpose-trying to set her

suggested, her tone nervous. It

up her purse and looked

at her. She smiled, the corners of

this is fine," she

With a body like hers, why should she hide? She was

McNeil. She'd never even gotten to wear a wedding dress, never

all been the same loose sweats, waiting at home for him, tending to his needs, hair a mess as she pored over reports and ran his numbers. When McNeil came

once the darling

was now stepping

the white gown

walk by and froze,

Miss Turner really had grown up. She was

brought the car

the Panorama Peak Hotel. Even before eight o'clock, the entrance was packed with luxury cars and camera crews, reporters jostling for the

back," Victoria instructed, sending Yasmine to the side entrance. The last thing she wanted was to walk the red carpet and draw

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