Chapter 43 Arm Candy Whispers could be heard among the crowd once more.

Some of them even looked up First Snow online in an attempt to spot differences between both garments.

Natasha, standing at the corner of the stage, was overwhelmed with bewilderment.

That b*tch is already done performing, yet her gown is still fine.

How’s that possible? I’m certain that her garment is a fake! Why? Where did things go wrong? Even though she knew she had been outshined by Gwendolyn as well as had her thunder stolen.

Natasha still could not accept the reality.

Thus, she ran toward Gwendolyn to see what kind of sorcery the latter had done on the counterfeit.

garment.

Natasha had just gotten midway across the stage, barely even able to touch Gwendolyn, when a loud tearing sound echoed throughout the room.

Due to her vigorous movements, the seam of the dress.

she was wearing had ripped from her waistline to her hip.

.

Given that there was no background music playing at the venue, the ripping sound was loud and penetrating.

In a split second, all eyes were riveted on Natasha.

By the time she reacted to cover the tear in her dress with her hands, it had been too late.

The long split in the seam of her gown’s waistline ran from under her arm to her hip, leaving her crotch area exposed.

The pink underclothes she wore were exposed under the spotlight for everyone to see.

Natasha’s face was deathly pale as panic washed over her.

She subconsciously squatted down in an effort to cover herself, but it was to no avail.

Her posture only served to make the tear worse.

As such, her pink underwear could be seen clearly by everyone below the stage as well.

It was truly a sight to behold.

Immediately afterward, peals of laughter erupted from the crowd as they all noticed she was wearing matching undergarments.

Sneers and derision surrounded her.

The Mossey family has really put on a good show this time!” “Well, isn’t this shocking! The Mossey family’s second daughter is wearing a high-quality imitation dress to a banquet! She has to be the first person to be this confident

It’s one thing to dance horribly like an eyesore, but she’s wearing fakes too? Does the Mossey family think we’re blind?” The ridicule and doubt in their voices sounded very

Bonus Prior to that, those

group jumped at the opportunity to

heard those scornful voices mocking her mercilessly, she let

up

looked a sorry sight, nobody

high-quality imitation? This is impossible!” Natasha

a flash of bright light blinded

the flash, only to see Gwendolyn, who was standing on the stage with her, taking pictures of her

me in front

that she wore sparkled under the spotlight, giving her

latter, an icy and haughty grin was

has no right to be this arrogant! At that point, Natasha’s fury prevailed over her sanity, and she immediately rushed toward

were getting out of hand, Jerome hurriedly gestured to Madelyn, who was still struggling to fathom how she

Madelyn return to her

the fight would likely be over by

Maverick made his way onto

she had crawled out of a desert and

current appearance she flung herself at him and lamented, “Mave, you have to believe me!

and continued, “My family spent thirty million on First Snow! How can it possibly be a

and tried to pour oil on

apologize for the

is a little

have my wife bring her to her room and calm her down before she makes another

imitation of First Snow, we are

in payment was

but we have no idea how things turned

be sure to look into this

” 13.

he gave a slight bow at the audience before

motioned for the

still did not die down even when

the crowd, feeling

thought that accepting his illegitimate daughter into the Mossey family

dismay, his decision turned out to be a

an exhibition of herself the moment she arrived!

any

Natasha’s “accident,” their

of her eye,

thin lips were tightly

if he was

at

a meaningful smile and asked, “What’s the matter? Are you upset that your fiancée’s thunder was stolen? Are you

in his eyes

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