The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Now His Rival 81 Chapter 81 None Of The Dresses Can Be Worn Isabella's attention lingered on the three dresses, her expression filled with yearning Just the chance to borrow one would be enough for her.

Brenna, meanwhile, had already set her sights on the black dress. Catching Isabella's intense stare, she easily picked up on the longing in her eyes.

With a smirk, Brenna made up her mind-no matter how much Isabella wanted the dress, she wouldn't let her get it.

Stepping closer, Brenna tapped Isabella's arm lightly. "Givea hand with putting this on, will you?" she said. Isabella turned, offering a somewhat forced smile. "It's stunning. This must be your first twearing something like this. It's natural to need a little help. I'll take care of it," she said.

Before she could move, a knock at the door broke the moment. Brenna opened it to find Rosie and Audrey standing outside.

Audrey, in the front, wore a warm smile. "Brenna, Aunt Giselle sentto assist you," she said.

"Perfect timing. These dresses are a little tricky-I could use shelp," Brenna replied, stepping aside to let them in.

Audrey had chosen a simple look today, wearing a sleeveless beige dress that reached her knees. Her hair was styled in a neat bun, accentuated by a delicate, diamond-studded tiara, lending her an air of quiet elegance. Rosie's outfit, on the other hand, was grand. Draped in a striking red gown, she completed her look with an exaggerated bow in her hair and a scarf that concealed half of her face.

Trailing behind Rosie was an attendant, carefully balancing a tray of drinks.

Rosie picked up a glass of red wine and extended it toward Isabella. "Here, Miss Barrett, have a drink," she said. Since Rosie was being nice to her, Isabella saw no reason to refuse. She stole a glance in Brenna's direction, who had already disappeared behind the curtain, with Audrey assisting her. Clearly, her help wasn't needed. "Thank you!" Isabella cheerfully clinked glasses with Rosie, though she hadn't yet decided what more to say to her.

Rosie spoke first. "We're grateful for the care you showed Brenna while she was with the Barrett family. On behalf of my parents, thank you. If you ever need any help, feel free to reach out to me." Isabella's smile widened, a genuine sense of ease washing over her. Among all the Harpers, Rosie was by far the most approachable. Since arriving at the party, this was the first kind gesture she had received from any of the Harper family members.

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and Audrey rushed out of the changing room to find Rosie on the floor, a shattered wine glass by her and the last dress ruined by a deep red stain.

Rosie immediately launched into an apology. "I'm really sorry! I was only trying to help, but I tripped, and the ss ended up rumed," she said.

Audrey approached to assist her up, her expression tightening in displeasure. "Are you okay?" she asked.

Bor dusted herself oft, adjusting her clothes. T'm fine. Does the dress Brenna tried fit?" she said. Audrey let out a small sigh. "It fits, but the zipper in the back is broken-it won't close," she replied. Rose turned to look, noticing that Brenna was clutching the fabric at her chest, clearly struggling to hold it together Just then, Isabella emerged from the changing room, holding the gown with a look of dissatisfaction.

She carefully set the clothes rack upright before handing the dress om back to Rosie. "I'm sorry, Miss Harper, but can't wear this. The shit is too high, and the seam under the arm is torn," she said.

Brenna took in the situation, her expression unreadable. All three dresses had suddenly becm upusable too much of a coincidence to ignore. These gowns had been carefully prepared by her parents, yet now, none were fit to wear

Audrey narrowed her eyes, suspicion creeping into her voice as she said, "This can't be a coincidence. Onen dress ruined with wine, another with a broken zipper, and now, this one with a torn seam? It seems like someone tampered with them 43.29 00.09 = ||| 0< Chapter 81 None Of The Dresses Can Be Worn Rosie immediately nodded in agreement. "Yes, I think so, too. But right now, we should focus on figuring out. what Brenna would wear instead of dwelling on that," she said.

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