Chapter 1083

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Skye placed a magenta dress against her body, adjusting it as she asked, “Uriah didn’t call you again this afternoon, did he?”

“He can’t. I blocked him,” Tegan replied.

Skye nodded in satisfaction. “Good. It’s always the same pointless conversation. I’m tired of hearing it.”

She was right. For years, whenever Leslie was involved, Uriah’s script never changed. It was always some variation of: ‘She’s not that kind of person,”She didn’t mean it,”You’re being too sensitive, “You misunderstood her,’ or ‘She said that’s not what happened.’

If Leslie wasn’t present, he’d placate her with, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll look into it. If she really did that, I’ll make it right for you.’ But after ‘looking into it,’ his response was always the same pointless defense. Tegan had heard it so many times she could recite it in her sleep.

Skye examined herself in the mirror. “Huh? Does this color make me look darker?”

Tegan looked up at Skye’s reflection. Her friend’s skin was naturally tan, and the vibrant dress did seem to make it look a shade deeper.

“Uh… yeah, a little,” Tegan admitted. Besides that, Skye’s features were so boyish that the dress made her look like a man in drag.

“It’s not good. Let me change.”

Skye stripped the dress off and slipped into a form-fitting blue sheath dress. The result was… even more awkward. The tight-fitting garment demanded a certain bustline to look right, but on Skye…

Even Tegan, who always tried to be complimentary, couldn’t stop her lips from twitching.

Seeing her expression, Skye asked uncertainly, “It doesn’t look good?”

“It makes you look even darker,” Tegan said, then added bluntly, “And… do you not have a chest?”

The dress made her look completely flat. Tegan had heard of women being flat- chested, but this was the first time she’d seen it so starkly.

Skye glanced down at herself, then at Tegan’s more pronounced cleavage. “I guess you need some curves for a dress to look good, huh?”

She used to tease Yvonne about her large bust, asking if it was heavy or uncomfortable. Now she realized having none was the real problem. Skye recalled that Yvonne had actually looked quite good informal gowns.

“Don’t worry, there are ways to fix that,” Tegan offered.

Skye’s eyes lit up. “There are? What kind of ways?”

“You can wear multiple bras, or padded ones. Though, looking at you, you’d

probably need to stuff some extra padding in there too.”

Skye flinched. Each word felt like a direct blow to her ego. It wasn’t just a matter of an extra bra; she needed *stuffing*.

Why was she so different? Did that damn Yvonne steal her chest? It was infuriating!

“Besides,” Tegan continued, “that color really doesn’t suit you.”

First magenta, now blue. Both made her skin look darker.

“Fine, I’ll change again.”

Skye peeled off the dress without a second thought. Looking at the pile of clothes she had bought, all in Maricolors, Tegen asked you don’t try these on in the store?”

“Who has the time? I just try them on when I get back.”

“But what if they don’t fit when you get back?” Tegan pointed out. It seemed like such a waste.

This time, Skye emerged in a bright red, puffy princess dress. Tegan actually liked the style, but on Skye…

“Something feels weird about this,” Skye mumbled.

“Weird” was an understatement. It was almost painful to look at.

Just then, Finley knocked and

entered to call them for dinner. He stopped short, staring at Skye’s outfit and let out a shriek. “Whoa, did I just see a ghost?”

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