On the screen, Nadia stood in front of the mirror, draped in my wedding dress. The ivory silk cascaded down her body, hugging her figure perfectly. She took slow, deliberate steps toward Jonah, who stood frozen, staring at her like she was the most breathtaking thing he'd ever seen.
"Jonah, do I look good?"
Jonah's lips parted slightly. Then, a smile broke across his face.
"You're beautiful," he breathed. "Even more stunning than I pictured in my dreams."
Nadia bit her lip, her eyes misting over. "Jonah... pinch me. I need to know if this is real. All this time, I've only been able to picture us like this in my dreams..."
A tear slipped down her cheek.
Jonah, visibly distressed, bent down and brushed his lips against her skin, kissing the tear away.
"Silly girl," he murmured. "It's a good thing you showed up. Or I might have found someone else to marry..."
The owner, standing beside me, looked beyond uncomfortable.
"Miss Arabelle, I—I'm so sorry. This was a mistake by my staff... I'll find an excuse to get the dress back for you."
I let out a slow breath. There was no mistake.
Everyone could see it—I had been played for a fool. Cheated on. And my wedding dress had been stolen right from under me.
The owner, fuming on my behalf, immediately dialed Jonah.
The call barely rang before Jonah's sharp voice came through.
"Did Arabelle ask you to get the dress back? Tell her it'll be returned once we're done with it—no one is stealing from her!"
Shameless. Absolutely shameless.
I didn't even want him anymore. Why would I want a dress Nadia had already worn?
The owner, holding the abruptly disconnected phone, looked at me, visibly mortified. "Miss Arabelle, I... I can compensate you—"
But I wasn't interested in compensation. I knew exactly who should pay for this.
Without hesitation, I sent Jonah a screenshot of the original wedding dress order, complete with the price.
Not even a minute later, my phone rang.
Jonah's voice was laced with irritation. "Arabelle, what do you mean? Just borrowing your dress and you're asking me for money? Shouldn't you be grateful it's getting extra wear?"
I almost laughed.
Yet, the moment Nadia's voice cooed in the background—"Jonah, I want to keep it as a keepsake..."—the line went silent.
Then, a notification popped up on my screen.
[Bank Transfer Received.]