Chapter 338
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Kristy’s chest tightened, the old bitterness rising within her. Her hands clenched into fists, and without another word, she stormed across the room, her dress hem lifted high with a mix of fury and determination.
Beth stayed back, a smug smile tugging at her lips as she watched everything unfold. Linsey’s downfall was coming. Offending Kristy, the spoiled rich woman, was a mistake Linsey would regret. Whatever confidence Linsey had wouldn’t last much longer.
Meanwhile, Linsey remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing behind her. She was simply scanning the snack table when a sharp, mocking voice cut through the air.
“Linsey, you’ve got some nerve. If I were you, I’d be too embarrassed to show up in a cheap knockoff. And yet, here you are, parading around like you belong. You must be shameless!”
The venom in the words made Linsey’s brows furrow. She turned, only to find Kristy glaring at her, contempt twisting her expression.
What stunned Linsey even more was the glaringly obvious fact—Kristy was wearing the exact same dress as her.
In an instant, everything clicked. Kristy was just furious that someone else had dared to wear the same outfit. It was typical of her. Back in college, she had always been entitled and unreasonable. Linsey even remembered a time when another girl had unknowingly shown up in the same designer piece as Kristy. The tantrum that followed had been embarrassing to watch—Kristy had thrown accusations, made a scene, and acted like it was some grand betrayal. That was, until she realized the girl also came from an influential family. It seemed time hadn’t changed her one bit.
Linsey met Kristy’s gaze, her expression unreadable. Her voice was calm but laced with ice. “Kristy, what exactly are you getting at?”
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Kristy’s sneer widened. “Oh, don’t act clueless.”
She flicked her hair over her shoulder, her tone dripping with mockery. “This dress I’m wearing? It’s a limited edition—one of a kind. So that knockoff you’re parading around in? Pretty embarrassing.”
Kristy let out a scornful laugh. “Wearing a fake designer dress to a reunion? That’s beyond pathetic.”
Her sharp tone carried across the room, catching the attention of their old classmates. It didn’t take long for a curious crowd to form.
“What’s happening?” someone whispered.
“Isn’t it obvious? They’re wearing the same dress, but Kristy’s claiming hers is the real deal.”
“So… does that mean Linsey showed up in a counterfeit? That’s pretty gutsy.”
“Honestly?” another voice chimed in. “Linsey pulls it off way better than Kristy does.”
“Shh! Do you want Kristy to come after you?” someone hissed.
Linsey blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Kristy’s accusation. Her brows furrowed. “That’s impossible.”
Collin had made one phone call that night, and within hours, an entire collection of dresses had been delivered to her. She had assumed they were just high-end designs, nothing extraordinary.
Kristy mistook Linsey’s silence for panic. Smirking, she crossed her arms. “You really don’t have a clue, do you? This dress is an original Arthur Flores design—worth millions. If you’re going to wear a knockoff, at least do your homework first. And yet, you had the nerve to show up in the same dress as me.” She scoffed, turning away in irritation. “What a buzzkill. I was having a great time until now.”
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