The memory of Alexander's first, love-struck gaze at Isabella felt like a thorn in Lily's heart—painful and unbearable.
Even if it had once been beautiful, it was nothing compared to the resistance filling her now.
Standing to the side, Isabella took in the entire scene. Her face flushed red with anger, and her nails dug deep into her palm. The fire inside her was raging, but there was nothing she could do.
She could only force down her frustration and feign composure as she said, "Oh no, my dress is ruined too. What a mess. I need to change as well."
Then she turned to Brianna. "Brianna, take me to get changed."
The studio had pre-arranged outfits available, so Brianna led Isabella to pick one out.
After selecting a dress, Brianna smiled and said, "Ms. Quinn, this one's not complime
