I returned home from work to find Sofia there as well.
She was wearing my specially custom-made wedding dress, a diamond tiara on her head, with exquisite and sweet makeup, looking like a real bride, spinning in circles to show off to Miles.
Seeing me, she hurriedly waved her hands to explain, "Yolanda, don't misunderstand, I just thought your wedding dress was beautiful and wanted to try it on, I didn't mean anything else."
Miles said, "She wouldn't mind, you look very good in it."
I didn't react as he expected. "This was custom-made for me by my friend, you'd better take it off now."
My voice was cold, and Miles's expression changed as he heard it.
"Yolanda, there's no need to be so petty. All girls like wedding dresses, don't they?"
"If she likes it, she can go buy or custom-make
