Fiona followed the hand that had snatched the dress, looking up to see who would do such a thing. When she recognized the culprit, she let out a mocking laugh. "No wonder you like taking things that aren't yours. You're used to being the other woman, stealing other people's mates, aren't you?"
The dress-snatcher was Hannah, but standing beside her was Rebekah.
Those two were cut from the same cloth, practically indistinguishable from each other in their behavior.
"Miss Fiona, mind your words. Without evidence, I could sue you for defamation." Rebekah's voice was cold as she cast a dismissive glance at Fiona. Her detached expression couldn't hide a hint of smugness. "It's not stealing if you pay for it. Since I've already paid, it belongs to me now."
Those last four words seem
