By the time Claire and I arrived at the boutique, we found out that the dress we had just reserved had already been taken.
The sales associate apologized.
"I'm sorry. This customer just paid for it."
I turned my head and realized it was Yara.
When she saw me, the corner of her lips lifted in a mocking smile.
"Well, if it isn't Ms. Lynn. So, did you enjoy spending that $1.5 million?
"Even with money, you still can't get what you want."
I gripped Claire's hand so hard my knuckles turned white, but I kept smiling.
"Ms. Grant, we reserved that dress first."
Yara looked at me with disdain.
"So what? I paid first. That means it's mine."
Claire frowned and lowered her voice.
"Why don't we look at something else?"
As soon as she said that, Yara laughed first.
"You want to buy somethi
