?<strong>Chapter 693:</strong>


    When Aliza heard this, her anger red up even more. “Are you seriously blind? I’ve been a dancer since childhood and have kept in excellent shape. No one has ever told me my body isn’t suitable.”


    “The issue isn’t your physique; the dress itself has unique proportions that only fit a select few,” the designer calmly exined.


    Aliza, increasingly irritated, retorted, “Just because it’s rare doesn’t mean I can’t wear it. Don’t assume it won’t fit without letting me try it first! I have the best body on the street! If it doesn’t fit me, then it shouldn’t be on sale at all.”


    Had Carrie not just worn the dress so wlessly, the assistant might have sided with Aliza. However, Carrie’s perfect fit made Aliza’s ims seem arrogant and narrow-minded.


    With no desire to debate further, the designer said casually, “Alright, please wait a moment.”


    Meanwhile, in the lounge, Marina stood to intervene, but Kyson restrained her. “Marina, let’s avoid any drama. I’ve got this covered.”


    Kyson was aware of Aliza’s maniptions against Marina.


    Marina gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Kyson. I’m not here to cause any trouble. I just want to watch her try on the dress and embarrass herself. Her figure isn’t even as good as mine. I really don’t know where she gets all that confidence from!”


    When Kyson heard this, he finally released her.


    Marina quietly crept up to the lounge door and, hiding behind the curtain, peeked outside.


    Daxton fixed a stern gaze on Kristopher. “I know about your dealings with the Herrera family. You profess love for Carrie, yet you coborate with those who harm her. How can you say you care for her?”


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    “Do you honestly think no one knows what you’ve done?” Kristopher lowered his eyes, his voice cold as he spoke.


    Daxton dismissed the usation with a casual nce and said, “Look, Mr. Norris, I’m not just some kid. If you think I’ve done something wrong, then prove it. If I’m truly guilty, I’ll face the consequences under thew—not just your baseless usations. And don’t underestimate the Garcia family’swyers.”


    Nearby, Kyson sat quietly, appearing aloof from the conversation. In reality, his thoughts were consumed with figuring out how he could outshine these men and win Carrie’s affection.


    Though he was a renowned heir of the Webster family, Kyson found himself uncharacteristically unnerved by his feelings for a woman—a sensation he wasn’t ustomed to.


    Meanwhile, Carrie stepped out of the dressing room wearing the purple gown Marina had suggested earlier.


    She wanted to see how it fit before deciding whether to purchase it, especially since she had told Kristopher it was her preferred choice. Not buying it now would contradict her earlier deration.


    The fitting area was partially secluded from the main store by several racks, meaning Carrie and Aliza were unaware of each other’s presence.


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