Chapter 39

Several wedding gowns were lined up neatly in front of Lorraine for her to choose from. Each one was beautiful in its own way, dazzling enough to make her eyes spin. The skirts were embroidered with delicate flowers and studded with diamonds that glittered like a spilling galaxy of stars. The diamonds were expertly crafted by Swarovski, and the ivory satin gleamed with a pearly sheen. Layer upon layer of tulle created voluminous skirts that made each gown look less like clothing and more like a work of art. Even from across the street, Roxanne couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene. Jealousy and envy churned in her chest. Lorraine had been born into privilege—a life of comfort and resources Roxanne could only dream of. Roxanne, on the other hand, had been handed a drunken father and a gambling-addicted mother. Even a two-hundred-dollar dress was a splurge she had to agonize over. Roxanne's face twisted, and she stealthily snapped photos with her phone, sending them off to Amb