"You're here..." Nelly greeted Yasmine with a malicious smirk. "Come take a look. This is the gown I prepared for myself and Xavier's wedding. Isn't it beautiful?"
"The silk lining is imported from Asia, and the lace is from Italy, hand-woven by five seamstresses for a month. Elegant, luxurious, impeccable. You must dream of wearing it as the bride, right?"
Yasmine ignored her provocation. She knew that Nelly called her here today for more than just flower arrangement maintenance.
'What is she up to? Frame me for damaging her dress so she could punish me? That's cliché. I won't fall into her trap.'
But just as Yasmine bypassed the wedding dress, picked up the vase, and prepared to trim the roses inside, Nelly grabbed her dress and yanked it back.
Yasmine's body instantly fell backwa
