Ethan had already changed into a crisp, sharp suit and stepped over to my side. Right then, the bridal shop manager came hurrying over, flustered.
"Sorry, ma'am, this was entirely our oversight. This wedding dress was custom-made by a private designer for Mr. Wright's fiancée, tailored exactly to Lily's measurements. It's not for sale to the public."
Those words were directed at Jessica, and her face flushed bright red before draining pale. You couldn't have asked for a more dramatic shift in expression.
But she was still determined to save face.
"If that's the case, why did you put it out in the public area in the first place?"
The manager looked thoroughly awkward, but forced herself to explain anyway. "That was our mistake, but the dress' train is so long it wouldn't fit in the VIP
