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“Wow, it’s beautiful.” I breathed to myself as my hands dancing over the exquisite fabric.
I about to take the dress off of the hanger when I watched another hand appear in the line of my vision only to snatch the dress away from my hands.
“Okay, what the actual hell?” I said in surprise, turning to see the face of the one who nearly ripped out my manicure in the rudest way possible.
“That dress is mine.” I immediately went on to add, staring at the lady in annoyance.
“But I got to it first,” she sneered, dangling the dress right in front of my face.
I was about to say something else when I began to notice how familiar the face was. I definitely saw this face at the wedding with Alexander.
Wasn’t this Alexander’s niece? What was her name again? Lilian?
Lilith!
