Love Is Betrayal

13.Boutique Drama

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

~BECCA~

I stood still, my heart beating fast in my chest. It still hurts looking at them, and even though the pain was slowly melting away, the fact that they keep showing up in my face wasn’t making it any easier.

I looked away, biting my lips. I can’t cry, not in front of them, not ever. They are both dead to me, and I need to get used to the fact that they have both moved on as a couple.

But why is it so hard? They betrayed me. I should be angry, not tearful.

I looked away, pretending not to see them.

“Please take me to the VIP section,” I said hoarsely.

“Of course, right this way, Miss Becca,” she led the way. I followed her upstairs till we got to a secluded section which looked even more timeless and luxurious. I didn’t care to glance around, I sat on one of the chairs, my legs weak from exhaustion.

A waiter came in with a tray firmly placed in his hands, on it was an empty glass and a bottle of water. He was dressed like the luxurious waiters in five-star restaurants.

“Can I serve this, ma'am?” He asked politely.

I nodded.

My throat was too dry to speak. I watched impatiently as he poured the water into the glass cup and left. I grabbed it as soon as he was done and gulped it down my throat

“Can you tell me a summary of your preferences when it comes to your personal style? That way, I know where to begin,” the stylist echoed.

I mostly used to wear dark clothing because it was what Logan preferred but now, I’m going to try something different. Something that was—me.

“I want something vibrant. A timeless piece that makes me look exquisite and elegant,”

“I have just the perfect fit for you,” the assistant smiled. “Give me a minute,”

I nodded as she walked away.

“I want everything on that rack,” I heard Kristen’s voice. I could see her at the far end, talking to another stylist as she approached me.

I exhaled. Why did she come here? I thought I could have a moment to breathe over here but it seems that will not be happening.

I poured some water into my glass and gulped it down.

“Well look who we have here!” Kristen’s voice rang in the air as she suddenly came into view. She was holding hands with Logan. A flicker of surprise flashed through his face as he locked eyes with me but it was only for a brief moment.

“I saw you downstairs but I wanted to be sure I was seeing properly. What are you doing in such a luxury store? I know you can’t afford it since Logan has dumped your ass,”

I shook my head, trying my best to hold it together. I wouldn’t let them see me broken, never! I am about to be Tristan Blackwill’s wife and that means I will meet a lot of nasty people. It’s about time I get to put my emotions in check.

It’s very hard, but I have to do it. I need to be strong. I managed to form a smile.

“You really think I can’t afford this?”

“Of course,” she laughed. “I mean…the cheapest thing here is eight thousand dollars. You cannot afford all of that without Logan’s money,”

I stood up, folding my arms. “Like you can afford being here without his money. You really shouldn’t be the one saying this,”

Her forehead creased in a frown.

“Logan and I are getting engaged soon,” she drew him even closer to her, a victorious smile plastered on her lips. “And that means, what’s his is mine,”

Something broke in me. They’re engaged? So soon? It means they have been dating for a long time. All the times I was laughing with Logan, he would go behind me to also screw Kristen?

Disgusting!

I glanced at Logan who seemed just as surprised at the news. Could Kristen be lying, or is Logan simply surprised she broke the news so early?

The stylist suddenly walked in, holding a few dresses in her hands.

“This is called the radiant winter dress,” she held up one of the dresses, a sky blue playful dress with beautiful sparkles cut out in the waist area.

“It’s so pretty,” I nodded, examining the dress. I bet it would look really good on me.

“And how much is the dress?” Kristen’s voice echoed in the air.

“It costs seventy two thousand dollars. It was made by a famous designer, Lia Da Rosa with the finest fabrics and embroidery,”

Kristen let out a loud laugh, holding her belly and pointing at me.

I frowned. Why is she interrupting my shopping experience?

“Becca. You’re really so pathetic! You’re trying so hard to show that you’re thriving but we all know you cannot afford this dress. Do you really want to show off to me so badly? Oh honey! You don’t have to!”

I scoffed, shaking my head. Who does Kristen think she is?

“I have no desire to show off to you. The both of you are dead to me after you stabbed me in the back,” I groaned, my tone starting to rise.

“You’re so shameless! How long will you keep pretending?”

“Me? Shameless?” My mouth opened in disbelief. How dare she talk about shame here?

“Yes, you. Look at you, drinking a bottle of water because you can’t afford champagne!” She pointed at the table holding the glass cup and water.

“I don’t have time for this,” I spat and collected the dress from the stylist.

“I should try this on,”

“Of course. I’ll assist you,” the stylist nodded.

Without sparing them a glance, I followed her into the changing room. She helped me put on the beautiful long dress and we both walked out and stood in front of the mirror.

“It’s perfect, Miss Becca. You look like Queen Elsa from the cartoon’Frozen’,”

“Thank you,” I smiled, admiring myself in front of the mirror. The dress hugged my curves in the right places, its color complementing my eyes perfectly.

Although, I did think the amount for this dress is crazy but since I have been assigned to this store, there was nothing I could do about it.

“I’d take it,” I said to the attendant.

“Not so fast?” Kristen appeared, coming in between the stylist and I.

“I want the dress and I want it now,”