Chapter 2: The Dress Worth More Than My Wedding
The boutique owner arrived less than ten minutes later.
Her name was Vivian Hart.
I had only met her once before, when Elena explained that my wedding dress was a special arrangement.
A secret arrangement.
The dress was not available for purchase.
It was a designer sample from Vivian’s private collection.
A one-of-a-kind piece valued at thirty thousand dollars.
My stomach twisted as I watched Vivian enter the room.
She looked calm.
Too calm.
That scared me more.
“Where is the dress?”” she asked.
Nobody spoke.
Then she saw me.
Her expression changed.
“Oh no.””
She walked toward me carefully.
“Are you hurt?””
I shook my head.
“No.””
Her eyes moved to the ink.
Then to Claire.
Then back to the dress.
“Who did this?””
Claire immediately stepped forward.
“I already said it was an accident.””
Vivian looked at her.
“You poured ink from three feet away.””
Claire froze.
“What?””
Vivian held up her tablet.
“The camera captured everything.””
The silence afterward was brutal.
My sister’s confidence disappeared completely.
“I didn’t know the camera was there,” Claire whispered.
Everyone heard her.
Everyone.
Olivia looked at me.
“She just admitted it.””
Claire’s face changed.
“No, I didn’t.””
Vivian stared at her.
“You admitted you knew there was a camera?””
Claire opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
For the first time that day, she looked small.
Not powerful.
Not victorious.
Just caught.
I looked at my sister.
“Why would you do this?””
She looked away.
“I told you.””
“No,” I said.
“You told me you were jealous. That’s not an answer.””
Her eyes flashed.
“You want the truth?””
“Yes.””
Claire laughed bitterly.
“You always act like you earned everything.””
I frowned.
“What?””
“You got the scholarships. The dream job. The perfect fiancé. The perfect life.””
“That’s not true.””
“Isn’t it?””
I stared at her.
The woman standing in front of me looked familiar.
But somehow I didn’t recognize her anymore.
“Claire, do you remember when Dad lost his job?””
Her expression changed.
“What?””
“You were twelve. I was fifteen.””
I swallowed.
“You wanted a new laptop. Mom said we couldn’t afford it.””
Claire looked uncomfortable.
“I don’t remember.””
“I gave you mine.””
The room went silent.
“I worked after school for months to buy another one.””
Claire looked down.
“You don’t remember because I never reminded you.””
Her jaw tightened.
“I didn’t ask you to.””
“No,” I said quietly.
“You didn’t.””
Vivian stepped closer.
“I’m going to be honest. This dress can possibly be restored.””
Claire looked relieved.
Then Vivian continued.
“But the damage caused intentionally is a different matter.””
Claire’s face changed again.
“What does that mean?””
“It means there will be consequences.””
My mother arrived moments later.
She had been outside taking phone calls.
The second she entered and saw everyone’s faces, she knew something was wrong.
“What happened?””
Nobody answered.
Then Olivia said:
“Claire destroyed the dress.””
My mother looked at Claire.
“Tell me she’s lying.””
Claire didn’t respond.
That was the answer.
My mother covered her mouth.
“Claire…”
My sister looked angry.
Not guilty.
Angry.
“Of course.””
Everyone turned.
“Of course you’re all blaming me.””
“Because you did it,” I said.
She looked at me.
“You’re really going to stand there and act innocent?””
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“You ruined my wedding dress.””
“And you ruined my whole life.””
My mother gasped.
“Claire!””
Claire grabbed her purse.
“I’m leaving.””
Vivian stepped forward.
“No.””
Claire stopped.
“You’re not leaving until we discuss the damage.””
The confidence was gone.
“What are you going to do?””
Vivian looked at her calmly.
“First, I’m going to show you the full recording.””
Claire frowned.
“The full recording?””
Vivian nodded.
“Yes.””
She pressed a button.
The footage appeared.
Everyone watched Claire walk into the boutique.
Everyone watched her look around.
Everyone watched her remove the ink bottle from her bag.
But then the video continued.
And something else appeared.
A conversation Claire had before entering the dressing room.
A conversation she thought nobody heard.
A conversation that made my blood run cold.
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Because Claire wasn’t acting alone.
And the person standing beside her in the recording was someone I trusted.