I couldn't be bothered to pay her any attention and went straight to the boutique to collect my custom gown.
It was handmade by a top-tier designer, priced well over a million dollars, and had taken three months to complete.
"Mrs. Carrington, is there anything you would like to adjust?" the sales associate asked respectfully, holding the gown carefully.
Fiora stared at the magnificent, costly dress and listened as the associate stated its price. Greed was plain to see in her eyes.
Yet she hesitated, holding back her thoughts until Marcella spoke up and asked her what was on her mind.
Only then did she speak slowly and cautiously.
"Isolde, do you know something?"
"What are you trying to say?" Marcella asked, looking confused.
Fiora twisted her hands together, putting on a sorrowful
