Zoey's POV
The store manager looked shocked, "What? But..."
"No buts! Wrap it up for Ms. Harmon right away!"
The manager's face turned pale, realizing I must have some significant background. She quickly ordered the clerk to wrap the dress for me.
As the bag containing the dress was handed to me, Moriah's eyes were filled with resentment.
She approached me, "You're just relying on your fiancé, aren't you? You seem quite intimidating and bold! But is your fiancé any good in bed?"
As soon as she finished speaking, I slapped her across the face.
Moriah looked at me in disbelief, her perfect makeup ruined, "How dare you hit me?"
I raised my chin, "I think I just heard a splash."
Moriah frowned, "What?"
"Your brain seems to be waterlogged, otherwise how could you say something so fool
