Chapter 158
Chapter 158:
Rosie maintained her pleasant smile, well aware of Isabella’s true motives.
“Miss Barrett, you look gorgeous as well. If you wore this dress, you’d undoubtedly be the most dazzling guest here,” Rosie remarked, gesturing toward the gown.
Isabella carefully masked her eagerness. She glanced at the dress and responded humbly, “Oh, I couldn’t. Today is Brenna’s moment. I wouldn’t dream of stealing the spotlight p>
Rosie, well-versed in the ambitions of social climbers like Isabella, smiled knowingly. “Don’t worry; you can wear it. Go ahead and try it on. Brenna only needs one dress, and I doubt she’ll choose this one p>
Isabella blinked in surprise, caught off guard by Rosie’s generosity, unaware of the hidden scheme behind it. “Really? Are you sure?” she asked.
Rosie nodded reassuringly, lifting the dress from the rack and handing it to Isabella. “Of course. Go on; see how it fits p>
“In that case, I’ll go and try it,” Isabella said with a smile.
Excited, Isabella took the dress and disappeared into another changing room. The moment she was out of sight, Rosie’s expression turned cold. Feigning a misstep, she staggered, causing the red wine in her hand to spill all over the remaining dress.
With a loud crash, the clothes rack tipped over, and Rosie landed dramatically on the floor.
Brenna and Audrey rushed out of the changing room to find Rosie on the floor, a shattered wine glass by her side, and the last dress ruined by a deep red stain.
Rosie immediately launched into an apology. “I’m really sorry! I was only trying to help, but I tripped, and the dress ended up ruined,” she said.
Audrey approached to assist her up, her expression tightening with displeasure. “Are you okay?” she asked.
Rosie dusted herself off, adjusting her clothes. “I’m fine. Did the dress Brenna tried on fit?” she asked.
Audrey let out a small sigh. “It fits, but the zipper in the back is broken—it won’t close,” she replied.
Rosie turned to look and noticed Brenna clutching the fabric at her chest, clearly struggling to keep it together.
Just then, Isabella emerged from the changing room, holding the gown with a dissatisfied expression.
She carefully set the clothes rack upright before handing the dress back to Rosie. “I’m sorry, Miss Harper, but I can’t wear this. The slit is too high, and the seam under the arm is torn,” she said.
Brenna took in the situation, her expression unreadable. All three dresses had suddenly become unusable—too much of a coincidence to ignore. These gowns had been carefully prepared by her parents, yet now none were fit to wear.
Audrey narrowed her eyes, suspicion creeping into her voice as she said, “This can’t be a coincidence. One dress ruined with wine, another with a broken zipper, and now this one with a torn seam? It seems like someone tampered with them p>