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    “Elena, please let Evelyn wear the wedding dress,” Jolie said.


    To make up for it, Jolie immediately transferred a hundred million to Elena.


    When Evelyn heard the notification of the hundred million transfer, her eyes burned red with envy.


    Jeffry, feeling Elena had been wronged, immediately wired a hundred million to her.


    Elena’s phone pinged twice, each notification announcing the arrival of a hundred million. The guests were blown away by the Harper family’s apparent generosity.


    Jeffry tousled Elena’s hair,pletely ignoring Evelyn’s existence. After that whole spectacle, Evelyn had made herself the butt of everyone’s jokes.


    With the ceremony already running way behind schedule, the wedding host started herding the guests to their seats, and Evelyn stomped off to change into her wedding dress.


    The ind sun shone gently, and a soft breeze caressed the air.


    The wedding was set up on a vibrant greenwn, with a long red carpet leading from the entrance to a round stage overflowing with flowers.


    Evelyn’s father, Jerry, held her hand tightly as they slowly made their way toward the stage.


    Evelyn’s unique attire immediately drew gasps from the assembled guests.


    “Who would have thought pairing a wedding dress with Doc Martens was a good idea?”


    “But who designed this wedding dress? It’s so unique and gorgeous!”


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    “I’ve never noticed before, but Evelyn is actually pretty stunning. The dress really brings out her beauty.”


    Fannie was seated in the front row, right next to Elena.


    Hearing the guests’ reactions, Fannie nudged Elena and whispered excitedly, “Elena, everyone’s calling you a genius! Why didn’t you tell me about this design earlier? We could’veunched a killer coboration and made a ton of money, instead of letting that bitch wear it.”


    Elena remained stone-faced, gently pushing Fannie’s head away. “Do you really need to coborate with anyone?”


    Fannie grinned, shing her pearly whites. “Elena, you’re one in a million. If I coborate with you, I’m the one who’ll be rolling in the benefits.”


    Fannie wasn’t buttering Elena up. If Elena had even a shred of interest in designing clothes, she’d be an international design superstar, no doubt.


    Three years ago, after much begging and pleading from Fannie, Elena had finally designed a dress. It sold out faster than hotcakes.


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