The Spare Wife

Chapter 23
The young woman’s voice was gentle and calming, and Abigail secretly
applauded the young woman’s beauty. “It’s fine. You look gorgeous today.”
Once she finished, the young woman quickly ran forward to lead the way.
Although she was running in her dress, she still looked irresistibly elegant.
Inside the caravan, she placed the new dress on the bed. When Abigail
glanced at it, she discovered it was also one of her designs.
“It seems like you’re a fan of Alana,” she commented with a smile.
“My manager lent it to me,” the young woman explained embarrassedly.
“Everyone is a fan of Alana.” Joan glanced at Luna, her tone somewhat
flattering.
“Thank you for the compliment, Miss Palmer. Your makeup seems unfitting for
this dress, and I can help you modify the one you’re wearing. I hope you don’t
mind that.” Luna did not let the woman flatter her and put on a professional
attitude.
Since it was a borrowed dress, the young woman might have to pay for it
now that it was in Joan’s possession. Of course, Joan would not mind that
and nodded her head.

Several people started helping Joan out of her dress, and she sat outside,
wrapped in a blanket. Then, Luna closed the door and threw the dress on the
bed before spreading her hands, whispering, “F*ck this! I don’t want to modify
anything for her. Look how smug she looks. I’m already showing my best
manners by not splashing wine on her face.”
However, Abigail swiftly took out her needles and thread from her bag. She
put on her thimble and sat on the bed to start working. “Breathe. Think of it as
charity.”
“Tsk! Isn’t this all because of your bravery after seeing a pretty young woman
getting bullied? I’m on your side! What’s more, you’re dressed up so
beautifully today, yet you didn’t get a chance to show it off on the red carpet.
Have you forgotten today’s task?” Luna helped Abigail adjust the dress,
nagging softly.
“I know, I know. We’re here to show off our dresses to get more customers.”
Abigail began her bold modification by cutting off the part with wine stains.
Bowing her head to pluck the feathers from her dress, she sewed them to
Joan’s dress while removing the strap. Then, she used the scraps to create
two pointy ears at the chest. Soon, the original high split maxi dress was now
a cat-inspired feathered short dress.
Once done, she put her things aside and asked Luna to call Joan in.
When Joan changed into the dress, her originally bold look instantly became
more mysterious, and she looked more alluring than before. She seemed to
like the dress a lot because she repeatedly looked at herself in the mirror.
Then, she ran out of the caravan.
She was about to look for Sean but did not expect him to be at the caravan’s
entrance. At first, she thought he had heard the commotion and came here
to look for her, so she excitedly approached him with glistening eyes. “Sean,
how do I look? Alana designed this for me.”
The man merely nodded and responded with a hum. When he saw the bright
color of her dress, his eyes became even darker. He raised his head to look
toward the caravan and saw a thin figure with a delicate purple butterfly
tattoo on her back. With clenched fists, he looked away and ordered Joan,