Chapter 288

Valerie pointed toward the window display. "I'd like to try that red bodycon dress." The sales associate smiled. "You have excellent taste, miss. That dress is handmade and one of a kind in our collection." A cold voice interrupted before she could finish. "Sorry, you're too late. I saw it first." Two women approached. The older one, about 50, had a well-fed figure and the kind of opulent look that screamed old money. The younger woman beside her had long hair, pale skin, and delicacy. She was the kind of pampered beauty who had clearly grown up in luxury. Valerie recognized her immediately. It was Sheryl, Lucinda's half-sister. The last time they'd crossed paths had been at a seafood buffet, where Sheryl's attempt to frame Lucinda had backfired spectacularly. Valerie could still picture Sheryl and Gareth's panicked retreat that night. Now, facing her again, Sheryl's expression was openly hostile, and Valerie instantly understood what this was about. "So," Valerie said coolly,