?Chapter 170:
Le confirmed the troubling news, and Rachel’s frown deepened. “What on earth is Tiffany thinking, faking something as significant as a marriage? I’m really worried she’ll end up hurt deeply in the future.”
“I’m worried too,” Le admitted, her brow furrowed. “Look how inly Tiffany is dressed today. It’s obvious Connor doesn’t care about her. Even for a fake marriage, he should make an effort to keep up appearances. Isn’t he just making her lose face?”
As Marissa drew near, Rachel sighed. “Let’s drop the subject. We might be overheard.”
Le mped her mouth shut. When Marissa reached them, Rachel put on a warm smile and inquired, “Tiffany, why aren’t you wearing a dress? Did you forget? I could have someone bring you one.”
Marissa quickly rified, “Rachel, I am wearing a dress. It’s just under this shirt. I put it on because it felt a bit chilly with today’s wind.”
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With the bright sunshine proving otherwise, Rachel and Le believed Marissa had just chosen to cover what was evidently a shabby dress with a in shirt
Chloe, who was eavesdropping from behind a nearby tree, shared the same thought. Without dwelling on it, Marissa suggested, “Rachel, Le, let’s go inside.”
Sympathy struck Rachel and Le. They considered having someone send over a dress to spare Marissa the embarrassment, but since she declined, they respected her wishes. Together, the trio headed toward the vi. Chloe, adorned in her finest, slowly stepped out from behind the tree, her lips twisting into a knowing smile
She had envied Marissa, that simple vige girl, but she discovered that Connor’s affection was all an act. Relieved she hadn’t done anything reckless at the hospital the previous day, she felt she had dodged a major mistake. This was exactly how things were supposed to unfold. Connor would never take an interest in someone as in as Marissa
With that thought, Chloe exhaled a deep, relieved sigh and felt a surge of contentment wash over her. She then made her way toward the vi
Once inside, Chloe headed directly to the lounge where Melinda, the bride-to-be, was preparing. Melinda sat in front of arge mirror, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was looking at several veils spread out before her, unsure of which one to wear. Each one was an elegant option yet somehow not quite right for her dress. The dress in question was the lc creation that had be a sensation online. It was identical to Marissa’s, though Melinda was blissfully unaware that her version was a copy. Her immediate problem was choosing a veil that wouldplement the dress designed by Sara. Derek’s family had recently acquired a significant fortune. To honor the Warren family, Neil had invested thirty million in the dress crafted by Sara, making Melinda swell with pride. Derek’s presence suddenly didn’t seem so annoying
Originally, Melinda had nned to forego a veil, opting instead for an borate hairstyle adorned with fine jewelry. However, the unexpected incident with Riss, who had shaved her head the previous day, left her with no option but to choose a veil to cover up. The veils, hastily prepared and undoubtedly costly, did not seem worthy of pairing with Sara’s design
Sara, renowned as the chief designer for the Sarth Group, was a beacon of fashion worldwide. Her creations were sought after by a global clientele of wealthy women, queens, and princesses, who unted them at high-profile gatherings. Over time, Sara’s designs had be synonymous with luxury and exclusivity. A dress of such distinction naturally demanded essories of equal grandeur. Yet, these veils seemed inadequate
As Melinda agonized over her choice, Chloe entered the lounge. Spotting her, Melinda eagerly sought her opinion. “Chloe, take a look, please. Which of these veils do you think pairs best with Sara’s dress?”
Chloe looked at the dress, her inner envy shing with her outwardposure. She picked up the least fitting veil, her smile masking her deceit. “This one seems to match perfectly.”
Melinda trusted herpletely and immediately tried on the veil. After a short silence, Chloe leaned in closer. “Melinda, I’ve just stumbled upon a shocking secret about Tiffany.”
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