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She winked playfully at Kristopher. “The cake you picked out is delicious, and | absolutely love it.”
Kristopher’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Marc recommended it.” Cathy talking about the cake confirmed
that she was well aware of tomorrow's details. With that, Kristopher chose not to bring up any more about it.
Just then, Maggie stepped out of the fitting room in a pink gown.
“Maggie, you look stunning!” Cathy exclaimed, clearly impressed.
Maggie's face lit up. “Really?”
“For sure!” Cathy approached her. “This pink really suits you...”
Then she turned to the store clerks. “Don’t you think?”
“Yes, it's really beautiful!”
“This pink is so delicate; it makes Miss Cox look like an angel...”
“It’s not just the dress. Miss Cox’s natural beauty makes it even more stunning...”
The clerks’ compliments seemed to lift Maggie's spirits, almost convincing her to buy the dress on the spot.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust then, the door of the fitting room across from Maggie's swung open.
Belinda stepped out, stunning in a striking red gown.
The store instantly fell silent.
The clerks, who had been endlessly praising Maggie, stopped and turned their attention to Belinda.
The vivid red of her dress outshone all others in the store, making them seem dull by comparison.
The red was so intense that it captivated everyone's gaze.
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Even Kristopher, caught by surprise, had not realized before how striking Belinda looked in red.
Next to Belinda’s vibrant gown, Maggie's pink dress looked pale and outdated.
The clerks, previously full of compliments for Maggie, now stood speechless as they admired Belinda.
Maggie felt as though she had been lifted high only to be dropped abruptly.
She rolled her eyes and said, “Belinda, aren't you supposed to be helpingand Cathy? Who allowed you to try
on dresses? Do you think you're entitled to that?”
Belinda raised her eyebrows, pretending that Maggie's words had fallen on deaf ears. She turned and walked
toward the full-length mirror, studying her reflection. The dress fit her better than she had ever imagined. Its
bright red hue made her complexion appear fairer, her features more delicate.
“You were always meant for red,” Joyce's voice echoed in her memory. At that time, Belinda had just reunited
with her biological family and left the countryside behind. She had believed that returning to the Nelson family
would fulfill her dreams, but instead, she found that her biological parents showed a preference for Gillian, the
adopted daughter they mistakenly believed was their own. Belinda often felt inadequate, rejected by both her
adoptive and biological parents.
She had shied away from bright colors, habitually choosing gray and black to fade into the background. It was
Joyce who had coaxed her into a mall and selected a striking red outfit for her. Joyce had encouraged her, saying,
“Don’t feel inferior because you cfrom the countryside. You are the rightful daughter of the Nelson family; it
was merely fate that had you grow up elsewhere. If the Nelsons favor Gillian over you, that is their mistake, not a
reflection of your worth. You need to shine brightly, to be noticed!”
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