Ripped Fabric, Unbroken Crown

Synopsis

At the engagement party... The newly hired designer reduced my gown to ribbons. "High necklines do nothing for you," she said lightly, scissors flashing in her hand. "Your neck's too short, and your figure is boxy. You dress far too conservatively. Two inches below the hips. That's the only flattering length for you. Trust me." Then she smiled, openly defiant. "When Mr. Foster hired me, he told me I could be as creative as I liked," she added. "So consider this my wedding gift to you, Ms. Montclair." The room fell silent. My fiancé rushed over, placing himself between us as if to shield her. "She's just a promising designer I recruited straight out of school," he said quickly. "She's young and inexperienced. Please don't take it personally." Watching him defend her so earnestly, I couldn't help but laugh. "Very well," I said calmly. "This gown was custom-made for me by Catherine, one of the top designers in the world. Its value is one million dollars. Since you destroyed it, you will compensate me in full." Edward opened his mouth to speak. I did not give him the chance. "And as for this engagement ceremony," I continued, my voice steady, "we'll be postponing it."