Deborah glanced down at the gown she hadn't yet had time to change out of.
This was her own design. Why shouldn't she wear it?
Moreover, Elise had made it clear that she could choose anything from the wardrobe. Who was Zane to order her around like this?
Did he really think she was so easy to push around?
"Mr. Runcorn," Deborah said firmly, her tone unyielding. "This dress was a gift from Grandma. You have no right to make me take it off."
Zane's brows furrowed tighter.
A gift from Elise? Impossible.
She knew exactly what this dress represented. It was inconceivable that his grandmother would give it to her.
Deborah must be lying!
"Get in here!" Zane's sharp gaze locked on Deborah as though he could tear her apart. "Take that dress off her!"
At his call, several servants rushed i
