Chapter 9

She mocked me with her eyes.

As if I should be grateful for Damian's pathetic"generosity."

But I didn't want his scraps.

"If you like picking up trash,be my guest.Just leave me out of it."

Tiffany's face flushed a deep crimson.

Ignoring the fury on Damian's face,I tore myself from his grip.

There was no reasoning with them.

My makeup trial was over,so I headed to the fitting room to change.

When I came out,the gorgeous gown was a pile of shredded fabric on the floor.

Tiffany stood there,holding a pair of scissors with a taunting smile.

"Oops.Guess this cheap thing just falls apart if you breathe on it."

I was shaking with pure rage,staring at the ruin she'd made.

My fiancéhad a top designer work on that dress for three months.

A custom gown for me.

She had destroyed it.

Damian met my furious glare,then stepped in front of Tiffany to shield her.

"It's just a dress.I'll pay you back for it,alright?"

He grabbed a cheap,off-the-rack dress from a nearby rack.

Then he shoved it into my arms.

"Two days.Wear this to City Hall."

I stood frozen,clutching the cheap fabric,as they all walked away.

A staff member approached me cautiously.

"Miss Hayes,are you OK…?"

I took a deep breath and turned to her.

"Can you please get me a copy of the security footage from here?"

They thought they could get away with this?

Not a chance.

Later,after they left,one of Damian's friends asked him.

"Damian,after all that,you really think she'll show up and marry you?"

Damian laughed,full of confidence.

"I know Aurora.She acts tough,but she's all talk.She could never stay mad at me."

"I'll go pick her up myself in two days.She'll come quietly."

All Damian could picture was how stunning I looked in that wedding dress.

He suddenly decided that spending his life with me wasn't a bad idea.