NovelEnglishSylvia smoothed out her dress and spun around, meeting Bridget's stunned expression head-on.
"Bridget, you can't just yank open the changing room curtain without even asking! What if I'd been in the middle of changing?" Bridget stared at Sylvia, jealousy flickering in her eyes as she took in the simple white dress.
How could something so plain make her look even more gorgeous? Even the boutique staff who'd seen their fair share of beautiful women-couldn't help but exchange impressed glances.
Bridget clenched her fists around the curtain, forcing a smile, only to spot the outline of a handprint smudged on the mirror behind Sylvia.
Any trace of a smile faded. She shot Sylvia a sideways look, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wow, Sylvia, the dress you picked for the bridesmaids is so long, people might actually mistake it for a budget wedding dress." Sylvia just laughed softly. No matter what she wore, Bridget would find something to criticize.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeeing Tristan's frown deepen, Sylvia quickly chimed in, "Hey, it's my first tbeing a bridesmaid. I just figured something simple would do, you know? If you think it looks too much like a wedding dress, you pick one for me. It's your big day, Bridget. What I wear doesn't really matter." As soon as she finished speaking, Rupert walked in, his gaze flicking over Sylvia for just a second too long. Sylvia's cheeks burned; she dropped her eyes to the floor.
Bridget's expression tightened, but she recovered quickly, pasting on another smile. "Oh, Rupert, you're just in time. Sylvia's getting so quick with her comebacks-I can hardly keep up. I was only worried she might trip in that long dress, that's all." Rupert settled on the couch, picking up a cup of coffee with deliberate calm. "Then pick a red one. A little color never hurt. Didn't you say you didn't care what Sylvia wore?" Bridget bit her lip, remembering the charity gala where Sylvia had stolen the show in a stunning red dress.
She forced a laugh. "Forget it. Sylvia was just being thoughtful, trying not to upstage me. I shouldn't make a fuss." Rupert put down his coffee and stood up. "Dad, I've got something to take care of. I'm heading out." "Go ahead," cthe reply.
As Rupert left, Tristan got to his feet as well.
Splash.
A cup of hot tea toppled, spilling over Sylvia's dress.
The pale fabric was instantly stained, the spill blooming across the skirt.
"Slipped," Tristan said coolly, at the manager. "Put it onet. Bring her a proper dre19 maids, will you?" the bridesmaids, will you?" < The manager hurried over with a pale champagne-colored gown.
"This is our most popular bridesmaid dress," she said.
In other words: the most basic.
Tristan set his cup down, fixing Sylvia with an unyielding stare. "This one. And don't forget to show up on of you.
tDo what's expected of Understood?" Sylvia knew she didn't have a choice. She nodded. "Got it." "Bridget, let's go." Tristan left, Bridget following after him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs she passed Sylvia, Bridget tossed her a look that said it all.
When Sylvia finally stepped out of the boutique, the sky was already dark. The cold winter wind bit at her skin, leaving her numb.
She tilted her head upward. No stars-just heavy clouds pressing in from all sides/making it hard to breathe. As she started to leave, a light rain began to fall.
A black umbrella suddenly appeared above her.
Sylvia paused, turning slowly to find the boutique manager at her side.
"Miss, looks like it's about to pour. Take this." For a moment Sylvia just stood there, her mind blank. Then she took the umbrella and managed a quiet "Thank you."
As she walked away, a tall figure appeared under the eaves behind her. He wore a tailored overcoat, a black prea scarf looped awkwardly around his neck.
His dark eyes never left Sylvia, watching her until, her Vanished into the Silhouette m rain.
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