"Elena, I have to hand it to you—your game has seriously leveled up. The acting, the props... you really went all out with a fake wedding invitation. Is there anything you won't do?"
"You might fool other people, but you can't fool me."
He tossed the invitation straight into the trash.
Luke's expression darkened. "You—"
He moved to confront him, but I caught his arm.
"It's fine."
I smiled. "The guest list is already packed anyway. We won't miss him."
I turned to the clerk waiting with my custom haute couture gown.
"Besides, we came for the dress. Let's grab it and go."
The moment I took the gown—the store's crown jewel—Sophie's face twisted.
"Andrew, look! She's taking the store's treasure!"
"You said Elena was ugly now. That she had nothing. That she'd be miserable without you—so how can she afford a custom haute couture wedding dress?"
"Is that guy actually loaded?"
"I don't care—you're buying me one too!"
Andrew snapped, clearly fed up with her whining.
"Get lost."
"Sophie, does someone like Elena deserve to even be compared to you?"
"This is all a performance. Can't you see that?"