"Lady, the dress you're wearing is indeed a fake. We contacted Master Robert and offered a high price, but he said that dress was a gift for his wife and refused to sell it under any circumstance. Left with no choice, we had someone create a copy based on the design. We thought that wearing it just once, nobody would notice..."
"What did you say?" Misha Evans's body stiffened, her complexion turned ghastly pale as she stared in disbelief at her subordinate.
Her hands gripped the fabric of her dress tightly.
She never expected that her attempt to slap Evelyn Sherman's face would turn into such a huge embarrassment for herself.
If this got out, how could she ever show her face in the socialite circle again?!
