Chapter 105
Gwyneth shot her a cool glance. “Some people think a dress can help them climb the social ladder, but for others, a dress is just a dress. There’s really no difference.”
Melanie’s face flushed with anger at the jab, but Gwyneth was already following the attendant, browsing through the rack of backup gowns. Since these were meant as spares, the sizes were all average, and for her, they were a bit too big.
Gwyneth frowned. She’d started from scratch with Zachary, and under the pressure of building a business, she’d long gotten used to working out and keeping fit. Since returning to the Jenkins Group, she’d only gotten busier–and slimmer.
The attendant noticed and brought over a water–blue mermaid gown. “Would you like to try this one! It’s the smallest size we have, and the only one left
“Let me see,” Gwyneth replied, but before she could reach for it, Melanie was already a step ahead.
I’m pretty slim too. A mermaid gown like this would suit me even better, Melanie said, snatching the dress and darting into the fitting room. The attendant looked at Gwyneth, clearly embarrassed. “Sorry-
“Let her try it. I keep looking. If I find something close, the stylist can alter it for me later. Gwyneth said calmly, continuing to browse the wardrobe full of dresses. They weren’t couture, but the designs were all quite striking-
Women were naturally drawn to beautiful things, and Gwyneth was happy to take her time choosing.
Behind the thin curtain of the fitting room, Melanie heard Gwyneth’s words and let our a low, cold laugh. “Acting like she doesn’t care? Ugh, this dress is so tight- she muttered.
After struggling for a while, Melanie finally had to swallow her pride and call out to the attendant outside the curtain. “Come here. Help me
- up.
zip this
“Yes, ma’am” The attendant, sweating with embarrassment, struggled mightily and only managed to zip her up after Melanie sucked in her breath and held it.
Melanic walked out of the fitting room, trying to look relaxed, one hand on her hip as she spun in front of Gwyneth. “So, Gwyneth, do you think this dress suits me?” she asked, nose in the air.
Gwyneth looked at the dress straining at every seam and couldn’t help but twitch her eyelid. If a dress doesn’t fit, there’s no need to force it, she thought. Upon seeing Gwyneth stay silent, Melanie’s smile grew even more triumphant, her chin lifted high.
“Well, I’ll just head back to the party, then. Gwyneth, you can keep digging through these rags for something that fits, Melanie taunted.
Melanie flung open the door–only to find a row of men in suits standing right outside, leaving her speechless. None of them even glanced at Melanie.
“Excuse me, is Ms. Gwyneth Jenkins in this lounge” one of the men asked.
“Mr. Lopez just heard from the manager that your dress was soiled, and he specifically asked us to bring you the latest spring couture gown. It’s the floral style you like, with the newest cut. Would you like to take a look?” he added.
The attendant respectfully took the dress from outside and presented it to Gwyneth. The gown was a fresh blend of white and green, accented with soft pink and pale yellow, the embroidery and tailoring both exquisite.
“Please tell Mr. Lopez I love it.” Gwyneth said with a sliglu smile, clearly pleased with Harrison’s taste.
At the door, Melanie, blocked by the men, turned pale, glancing down at her plain mermaid dress, seething with envy.
But the moment she got angry, the night dress threatened to burst at the seams, so she could only hold her breath and glare daggers at Gwyneth and the couture gown in her lands.
‘As long as I can win over Adrian, Melanie thought angrily, everything Gwyneth has today will be mine one day
