Love Is Betrayal

14.The Dress

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

~BECCA~

I never knew this side of Kristen, despite the fact that we have been best friends for years. Or maybe I didn’t notice it.

It infuriated me to know that she wants everything I have.

“Well, I got it first and I’m wearing it right now so you better ask for another pair,” I fumed.

“There isn’t another pair,” the stylist stared from me to Kristen. “It’s a customized dress so only a few pieces are made. However, we do have it in the color yellow,”

“Eww! I hate yellow,” Kristen snorted. “I want the blue one so make her take it off. It’s not like she can pay for it anyway,”

“W-What?” The stylist suddenly became nervous, her cheeks turning red.

“You heard me! I want that dress now!” Kristen roared, her forehead creasing, nose blowing hot air.

“Let’s just get another dress,” Logan spoke for the first time since we got here. He held her gently, signaling for her to calm down. The way he touched her pricked me and I looked away.

“But I want that one and that’s what I shall get,”

He pulled closer to her and whispered in her ear. “Drop it, Kristen. It’s quite pricey,”

I bet he didn’t think I heard that but my ears were quite sharp. Logan was wealthy, but not as much as Tristan. I knew he could afford the dress, but he would feel the impact on his account balance, unlike Tristan, who wouldn’t even notice that amount.

In that moment, I wanted to prove something to them. To make them feel like I was better off and moving on fine without them. Maybe it would make me feel better.

“Do you have something just as beautiful and timeless as this?” I turned to the stylist.

“Of course, Miss Becca,” she dangled one of the dresses she was holding in the air.

“This is ‘Da Bella evening gown’ made by the famous designer, John Tron,”

“Oh!” I glanced at the maroon body con perfection she was holding. The armless dress was beaded with nice crystals from top to bottom and the end of the dress was infused with tassels that had stones on them.

“I should try this on,” I said and went to the changing room with the stylist. I slipped into the dress and she helped me zip it up and arrange it properly.

“Wow! This dress was definitely meant for you. You look like a movie star in these,”her eyes twinkled as she smoothed the tassels at the end.

“Let me see for myself,” I mumbled.

I got out of the changing room to check the fit of the dress and it looked even better in person. I ran my hands through the rough texture, its crystal beads tickling my palm.

“And how much does that dress cost,” Kristen sneered, glancing at me in irritation.

“It costs eighty thousand dollars!”

I gasped. Eighty thousand dollars for a single dress? That’s a whole lot of money.

“There’s no way Becca can afford that,” Kristen scoffed. “You'd better take it off before it gets stained,”

“Mind your damn business. You’re here to shop right, so do that. Go!” I shushed them away.

“That blue dress is my business. I want it so quit being a show off and hand it over,”

I rolled my eyes, getting tired of the back and forth. It was starting to get repetitive and I didn’t have the strength for that.

“I’d like to pay for the dress now,” I turned to the stylist and opened my purse. My hands roamed through my bag as I searched for my black card but it was nowhere to be found.

Huh? But it was just here.

“Um….give me a moment “ I flashed a plastic smile and placed my purse on the chair so I could search for it properly.

Kristen's laughter rang in the air.

“I knew it! Where would pathetic Becca get such an amount of money? Quit the pretense and take that dress off her before she stretches it,” she spat, her laughter fading off and being replaced with harsh intonation. She glanced at the stylist who simply shrugged.

“I think I left my card in the car. Hold on, let me get it,”

“Thief!” Kristen cried out. “She’s trying to get away with the dress!”

I ignored Kristen and turned to the stylist. “Give me a moment,”

“Of course,” she gave a light bow and stepped aside.

I was about to head downstairs when Kristen blocked my path, a deep frown plastered on her forehead.

“If the stylist is dumb, then that’s on her. But I won’t let you ruin someone’s business by stealing from them,”

“Excuse me?” I croaked, starting to get annoyed,

“You are not leaving here until you take off that dress and apologize to us,”