My Boyfriend’s Sister Stole My Wedding Dress? I Made Her Pay the
Price
I grew up overseas, and my mom was terrified
I’d bring home some foreign dude. So, she
arranged for me to get engaged to some
supposedly perfect fiancé back in Chicago. I
was supposed to be thrilled.
I went to this bougie boutique, looking for a
dress for the engagement party. I spotted this
killer cream–colored, strapless gown. I was
about to grab it to try on when this woman next
to me gave it the once–over.
“That dress is kinda cute,” she said to the
salesgirl, loud enough for me to hear. “Bring it
over here. I’ll try it on.”
The salesgirl snatched the dress right out of my
hands, like I was some peasant.
“Excuse me?” I snapped. “I saw it first. Isn’t there like, a line or something?”
She just smirked at me. “Honey, this dress costs eighteen grand. Can you even afford it?
I’m like, the adopted sister of Blake Harrington, CEO of Harrington Enterprises. In this city, what
Blake wants, Blake gets.”
How freaking convenient. Blake Harrington was
my fiancé!
I immediately called Blake. “Your adopted sister
just stole the dress I wanted for our
engagement party. What’s up with that?”
The term “adopted sister” just sounded shady.
If Blake couldn’t give me a decent explanation, the engagement was OFF.
But Blake’s voice was ice cold. “Who is this?
Whatever’s going on between Willow and you is none of your damn business.”
