Meira was wearing that same white dress. It was far too short and revealing, and it was obvious from her expression that she was deeply uncomfortable in it.
Justin clenched his fists as his gaze burned into Grace, who met it with a smug, triumphant smile.
"She looks beautiful, doesn't she?" Grace said sweetly. "I was thinking of making her my maid of honor. That dress is perfect for her."
Ignoring her completely, Justin walked over to a display, pulled out a modest yet elegant dress, and handed it to Lana. "Make her wear this."
Lana nodded and carried out his instructions without a word.
Grace, undeterred, smirked at him. "That was a beautiful choice. Seems like you know women's fashion quite well."
"You're forgetting—I have a wife," Justin replied coolly, mocking her.
Grace felt bitter hearing him say that in front of the staff present. But she kept her composure and replied, "That's even better—having a man who's experienced."
