Rachel Barton stared at the fiery red dress right in front of her.
Her eyes full of disbelief.
At this moment, she didn't know how to feel, everything seemed to be falling apart, she felt terrible, almost on the verge of breaking down in tears.
But Rachel managed to suppress the grief welling up inside her.
A moment.
In her mind appeared the image of Viola Thompson wearing this dress.
Beautiful, enchanting.
Confident, gracious.
She thought, if she were a man, she'd be hard-pressed not to be attracted to a girl like her.
At that time, it didn't seem like Mr. White behaved out of the ordinary, but now thinking back, she could only feel that he was captivated, so mesmerized that he couldn't pull himself away from her.
Thinking about that...
Rachel staggered backward several steps, filled with unease.
Breathing unsteadily.
Yes.
Mr. White was in love with Viola Thompson...
All along, she had been deluding herself.
She was just a clown!
