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?

this on purpose-trying to set her up

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

Victoria just picked up her purse and looked

impossibly alluring woman staring back at her. She smiled, the corners of her mouth curling

fine," she

body like hers, why should she hide? She was Victoria now-herself,

mind flashed back to her marriage with McNeil. She'd never even gotten to wear a wedding dress, never attended a grand party, never had an occasion for

him, tending to his needs, hair a mess as she pored over reports and ran his numbers. When McNeil came home, she'd still

the darling of

was now stepping out

the white gown hugged her

walk by and froze,

She was even more dazzling

the door, Victoria waited until Yasmine brought the car around, then

Peak Hotel. Even before eight o'clock, the entrance was packed with

side entrance. The last thing she wanted was to

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