Chapter 9

Letitia emerged from the dressing room, accompanied by a group of people serving her. Dressed in a magnificent wedding gown, she approached Lester with a radiant smile. The next moment, she stepped on a attendant's hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Lester, do you think my dress looks beautiful? I love both this one and the last one—why don't I just take both?” The attendant beside her clutched her wounded hand, wincing in pain. Watching Letitia's unconcerned expression, Lester's brow furrowed deeply. He had never seen this side of Letitia before. Lorraine would never have acted this way. Lorraine was so kind—she'd take in a stray cat if she saw one, let alone a human being like this attendant. The thought stirred a wave of irritation toward Letitia within Lester. Suddenly, she seemed different from the person he'd imagined. Still, he said nothing, merely nodding casually to signal she could decide for herself. Meanwhile, Letitia's child beside him also began to