The security guards lost all pretense of politeness as they began forcibly dragging Abigail and the young woman in the blue dress out of the venue. The latter, now panicked, began shouting at Joan in a voice strained with emotion. “Miss Palmer, I’ll pay you for the dress! I’ll cover the cost, so please, don’t involve anyone else in this!”
While struggling against the guards, she whispered urgently to Abigail, “I can’t let you get thrown out with me. This opportunity was too hard to come by, and if I get kicked out, it will cost me more than 120 thousand.”
Initially, Abigail had no particular feelings for Joan. Since Sean had no interest in her, she didn’t care if he was involved with Joan. But as Joan’s words sank in, Abigail felt her temper flare. She violently shook off the security guard’s hand. “What’s there to compensate? This dress isn’t even worth that much. She’s trying to scam you out of your money!”
Joan’s face hardened at the accusation. “Who are you calling a scammer?” she snapped, her voice icy. “I can afford a wedding dress worth over a million from your store. This is a dress Alana custom-made for me. 120 thousand is already a bargain.”
A sneer curled on Abigail’s lips. “Alana custom-made it for you? Funny, I don’t remember her ever mentioning you.”
“Of course, you wouldn’t know. Alana and Sean are close.” Joan added, as if this were some kind of revelation. The mention of Sean’s name made it more convincing, and those nearby seemed to believe her even more.
At the mention of the wedding dress, Abigail felt a twinge in her chest. Her eyes narrowed with sarcasm. If Joan only knew that she and Sean shared an even more intimate connection—legally married and more—she would probably have a meltdown. But Abigail couldn’t help but wonder why Sean would concoct such a lie to appease Joan. Didn’t he think it might backfire?
For a moment, Abigail wanted to expose the truth, to shatter Joan’s facade. But her logic stopped her. If she exposed everything, Luna would be caught up in the mess too. Luna had taken on the identity of Alana when she signed the deal with East Joy Talent. If the truth came out, they would be the ones facing the consequences.
Before Abigail could further wrestle with her thoughts, she heard a loud, angry voice from behind. “Why don’t I know I’m close with someone named Sean?”
Abigail turned around to see Luna approaching, her presence as commanding as ever. She felt a surge of relief; Luna had finally arrived, like a knight in shining armor.
Luna walked up to Abigail and pulled her behind her, confronting the group with a cold, measured tone. “How could all of you gang up on a woman like this?”
The waiter, still oblivious to Luna’s identity, immediately tried to shift the blame to Joan. “This lady says your friend doesn’t have an invitation, and that’s why this whole mess started.”
Luna didn’t even flinch as she reached into her bag and retrieved two invitations. “See for yourself,” she said, her voice cool as she handed them over to the waiter.
The waiter’s face turned pale as he read the invitations. His previous confidence evaporated, and his posture stiffened with embarrassment.
Joan, now uneasy, tried to glance at the invitations, but before she could get a good look, the waiter quickly closed them and handed them back with an apologetic bow. “I’m sorry, Miss Smith. It was our oversight.”
It turned out that Alana was one of Kevin’s special guests—someone whose identity had been kept mysterious due to her rarity. The fact that she hadn’t been seen in person led the staff to misidentify her earlier.
Joan stood there, stunned, her mouth slightly agape as she processed the information. They’re… Alana and her assistant? Did I just…?
Luna, usually laid-back, now had a chilling edge to her demeanor. After retrieving the invitations, she gave Joan a pointed glare. “Next time you try to frame someone, make sure you’re not choosing the wrong target. Are you really that desperate for money?”
Joan’s face flushed bright red, mortified by Luna’s words.
Meanwhile, the young woman in the blue dress, feeling the tension between the two sides, feared an argument would erupt. She knew that if things escalated, the only one who would end up suffering would be someone like her, caught in the middle. Trying to diffuse the situation, she spoke up in a pleading tone. “It’s all a misunderstanding. Everything’s fine now that we’re in the clear.”
She shot a quick glance at Abigail, silently pleading with her not to antagonize Joan further.
Abigail, while appreciative of Luna’s defense, knew that the young woman could be in trouble if things went any further. They couldn’t afford to make an enemy of someone as influential as Joan, or worse, the people behind her. “Forget it,” she said, her voice softening. “The dress is ruined, anyway. Miss Smith, let’s just take care of it.”
Luna, her teeth clenched, gave an exasperated sigh. “That depends on this lady.” She shot Joan a sharp look. “Does she want to deal with her dress, or does she insist on getting that 120 thousand?”
Joan’s face paled. She knew deep down that Alana hadn’t designed the dress she was wearing, and now that Luna was standing in front of her, exposing the truth was only a matter of time.
Joan swallowed hard. “I’ll… get changed.” She muttered, reluctantly backing down.
The young woman, eager to avoid further conflict, quickly spoke up. “I’ll take you to my caravan. My new dress is inside there.”
With that, the group left together.
“Thank you,” the young woman said softly to Abigail, discreetly holding her arm as she expressed her gratitude. She knew that Luna’s willingness to intervene had a lot to do with Abigail, and for that, she was thankful.
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