The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 890 A Ruined Dress

Immediately after rushing into the room, Janet took in the mess before her eyes. Her face froze in horror.

Tasha was squatting on the floor, a tattered golden dress clutched in her arms. Stunned, she asked, “Miss Lopez needs this dress any second now. What should we do?!” Trying to keep calm, Janet replied, “Don’t worry. Let’s see if we can figure out a way to fix this.” She picked up the dress herself and examined it closely to see what could be done.

Upon close observation, she realized that the state of the dress was much worse than she’d thought from further away. The damage was all on the front. There would be no way to mend it without leaving visible signs of the repair.

A grimace crossed Tasha’s face. “There’s no saving it, is there?”

Janet took a deep breath, not ready to answer the question directly. She composed herself and asked, “Do you know who did it?”

“Delores handed over all her projects to me yesterday. Everything went well,” Tasha replied, reflecting on yesterday and all of the work that Delores had accomplished. “But before she left for the day, Delores did say that she wanted to give the dresses one last look -over, saying she always thought of the dresses she works on as if they were her own children. She was crying so hard, so I didn’t stop her. I… I didn’t even pay

It was all my fault. I should have checked the dresses after she left!” Tasha

hands. She never expected in a million years that this disaster could’ve happened

a mean streak, but she’d never expected that she would’ve been so spiteful as to destroy a dress she’d designed herself just to

Tasha to her feet and asked, “When is

fists,

if Miss Lopez is here yet.” Over the course of her career as a designer, Janet had faced many similar

dealt with such a disaster before. Wracked with anxiety, she said, “I should’ve kept an eye on Delores the whole

beat herself up for her failure to protect the dress from the vindictive

her cool, Janet pondered the situation for a short while and then said, “We have to simply come

was a knock at the door. From the other side of the door a voice called, “Tasha? Are you

hung it on a hook, and shoved it behind other changing clothes, doing her best to conceal the evidence of the disaster as

Janet grabbed her wrist and asked, “What do you think you’re doing? What are you gonna say

to give us more time,” the miserable