Before I could respond, the store manager returned from the back. “Sir, I’m sorry but—” She stopped short, noticing me. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, Ma’am Vivian, you’re here! This gentleman was just—”
I cut her off with a raised hand, my voice calm but resolute. “It’s fine. Give the dress to this woman. I hope they enjoy their happiness together.”
Without waiting for their reaction, I turned and walked out of the store, dialing my father’s number.
"Dad, go ahead and announce the withdrawal of our investment on the day of Zachary’s wedding."
