The second-floor dressing room was in chaos.


    The guests craned their necks and looked up curiously.


    "What is happening up there?"


    "I heard Ms. ir is fighting with a maid."


    "Ms. ir? Fighting? How disgraceful. She''s supposed to be ady of standing."


    "Well, no matter how high she climbs, she can''t seem to leave behind hermon roots. So unrefined."


    ...


    Den, standing among the crowd, could feel the weight of their whispers on his shoulders. His face grew darker with each passingment, his mood souring further.


    It was bad enough that rumors swirled, but now the media had their cameras trained on the scene, hungry for the scandal.


    The frenzy downstairs intensified as Shelia came storming down the staircase, dragging Sophie by her hair. Shelia''s face was twisted with rage.


    The shes of cameras were relentless, capturing every wild expression. Within minutes, the inte exploded with headlines: [Ms. ir Loses Control, Attacks Maid at Engagement Party.] Next door at the Houston family''s party, the guests read the news and shook their heads.


    "I just came from the engagement banquet next door. What a disaster!"


    "How did things go so wrong? The party is basically ruined."


    Another headline popped up: [Ms. ir''s Engagement Dress Mocked as Cheap Goods. The Brand Responds: The Design Followed Client''s Demands. Warnings Were Ignored.]


    Debra was in the middle of toasting her guests when Erica shoved her phone under Debra''s nose, practically vibrating withughter.


    "You''ve got to see this," Erica said, nearly breathless from amusement. "I can''t stopughing."


    Debra took the phone, and the sight of Shelia''s dress made herugh.This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.


    "I didn''t think it could look this bad in real life," Erica eximed between giggles She looks like a giant glory flower. And all those diamonds... It''s like a nightmare for anyone with trypophobia."  en


    Within half an hour, the inte was aze with memes andments.


    [Geeze, her dress is unsightly.]


    [Seven figures for that custom gown? Honestly, I wouldn''t pay seven bucks for that mess.]


    [My grandma''s curtains are more stylish than this dress.]


    [Didn''t she try to copy Debra''s style? How did hers turn out so hideous? It''s from the same brand.]


    [I was the staff member who


    received her. She had a lot of


    demands and insisted onparing herself with others, ultimately ending up as the one who got the short end of the stick.]  en


    ...


    The Nichols family''s engagement banquet was officially a train wreck.


    Erica scrolled through thetest


    photos,


    tilting her head in confusiet


    "Wait a minute, where''s


    Juan


    swnov


    Debra frowned, taking the phone from Erica. "He hasn''t shown up yet?"


    "No way. It''s his engagement party. How is Shelia there alone?" Erica asked, incredulous.


    After all, Juan had been the one pushing for this engagement, making a big show of it. Debra shrugged. "Not our problem. Let''s just enjoy our event."