I returned home from work to find Betty there as well. She was wearing the wedding dress I had specially ordered, a diamond tiara on her head, her makeup delicate and sweet, like a real bride, twirling around to show Landon. Seeing me, she quickly waved her hands in explanation, "Julie, don't misunderstand, I just wanted to try on your wedding dress because it's beautiful, no other meaning."
Landon said, "She won't mind, you look great in it."
I didn't react as he expected, "This was custom-made for me by a friend, and you better take it off now." My voice was cold, and Landon's expression changed.
"Honey, there's no need to be so stingy. Girls like wedding dresses, right?"
"If she likes it, she can buy her own or have one made. Touching my things without permission is no different f
