"You poor thing," taunted the boutique owner in a tone full of contempt.Paula felt a burning anger. "I told you that it was all a misunderstanding. My niece has admitted that it was her doing. She was just joking, but she went too far. So, stop accusing us of being thieves again," she said in a frustrated tone.The boutique owner was undeterred. "I didn't hear it directly. You could be lying. Just admit it, and it's over."Paula replied with firmness, "Admit? We won't. We didn't do what we're accused of and won't bow to these baseless accusations."She and the boutique owner looked at each other with fierce glares, clearly disliking each other. The atmosphere of the place became increasingly tense, filled with an unease that was clearly felt in the air. The once bustling room was now gloomy, overwhelmed by the tension that affected every corner of it. Standing between them, Carson tried to neutralize the tension with a deep breath and a calm gaze.The boutique owner sneered, "If you
Paula and Alison, who had heard the customers' whispers, felt very upset. It felt like embers were burning in their chests. They were insulted-not just by one person but by almost everyone there. Why, just because their clothes were cheaper. Quickly, they were accused for no apparent reason.In fact, they didn't know the root of the problem between them and the owner of this boutique. Surprisingly, despite not knowing the whole story, the boutique's customers endured the insults. It made no sense to Alison and Paula. Their hearts felt cut and upset; no one believed them."Stop calling us thieves," Alison shouted in an angry tone, breaking the silence and drawing the attention of everyone in the boutique. Her tears were about to fall, but she held herself back. We don't deserve to be treated like this. You don't know what happened. You better shut your mouths."Her voice echoed, adding to the intensity of her anger and despair. They felt at the center of a storm of injustice and unfoun
Carson had been silent. He was tired of arguing with the boutique lady, so he was silent. He just listened to the argument, but the longer it went on, the worse it got. The insults to her family were getting bigger and bigger, which made Carson even angrier. His gaze pierced through the hearts and fears of the people there, including the woman who owned the boutique. At the same time, it was raining heavily, as if the sky was sharing Carson's anger. Even the lightning struck so hard that everyone cowered. It made everyone there even more frightened. They swallowed their saliva. Carson looked like the God of Thunder, who could kill them with a lightning strike from his hand.In the chaos, Carson stepped forward, just one step, but his step was full of power and decisiveness. His face, usually calm and controlled, was now full of anger. His voice echoed in the room, firm and full of emotion."Alison and Paula are not thieves," she said, her voice full of terrifying certainty.Every wo
Paula stood beside Alison, wide-eyed with astonishment, as Carson calmly swung his scissors, cutting each piece of clothing that had just been purchased. The ordinarily cheerful atmosphere of the boutique suddenly turned tense. The boutique was filled with whispers of people who were also stunned at Carson's actions. A dozen expensive clothes that had just been paid for with a large amount of money were now being cut individually. Several dresses were already scattered on the floor in pieces. They were no longer dresses.Paula felt her heart rippling seeing those luxurious fabrics destroyed just like that. She bit her lower lip, trying hard to understand the reason behind the action. "Why would Carson do that?" she thought, her head filled with unanswered questions. "Wouldn't it be better if those clothes were brought back home? It's a complete waste of money. We're not that rich to waste tens of thousands of dollars."Alison stood by Paula's side and couldn't hide her shocked express
The woman who owned the boutique was furious. Her face was flushed, and her sharp eyes stared at Carson hatefully. However, despite the burning anger, Carson's previous words managed to silence her. She was stunned, at a loss for what to say next. Her anger, which was still burning, seemed to burn every word out of her mouth."Y... You..." the woman's voice sounded shaky, struggling to choose the right words. "You have to compensate. Yes, that's right. You have to compensate me for ruining the boutique's clothes. You must pay double," the woman emphasized, emphasizing each word with helplessness.Alison, standing beside Carson, looked anxious. Her big eyes were full of worry, and she turned her head to look at Carson's face. Carson seemed so relaxed as if he didn't feel any pressure. His face had no anxious look; he seemed to enjoy this heated situation. Alison felt discomfort in her chest. Her fear of possible bad events made her unconsciously hug Carson's hand tightly as if seeking
The woman who owned the boutique still did not believe that her boutique would be destroyed or go bankrupt. This business she had built had been going on for years. She thought it was impossible that it could be ruined by the words of a stranger who she didn't even know who he was."That nonsense won't happen," she said confidently.Carson stood firm in front of the woman who owned the boutique. His gaze was filled with a deep sense of confidence. He was sure that what he said would happen. She had many subordinates that she could order to destroy this boutique."I understand if you feel skeptical. However, don't take this warning lightly. I know what I'm talking about. If you do not address the issues at hand, not only will your boutique be destroyed, but your reputation and everything you have built up over the years will also be ruined. Your ethics and actions make me angry."The woman looked at Carson with conviction. "I don't believe that your words could destroy my boutique. Thi
Alison and Paula looked back. They were still thinking about the dress that Carson had cut out earlier. Paula did say it wasn't a good outfit, but she liked the dress in her heart. It was a graceful and charismatic style, and the luxurious and classy impression was very prominent in the dress."Why did the dress have to be cut?" she said, frustrated.It was supposed to make her feel special, not ruined. Everything had happened, and there was no way to change it. Her regret became even more painful when she realized how expensive the dress was—tens of thousands of dollars, and now it was ruined. There was nothing that could be done."I think that dress suits us," Paula said in a tone that tried to be soothing.Alison nodded, feeling the same way. She envisioned themselves wearing the dress to a glamorous event, shining amongst the crowd. "Yes, it is. It's perfect for us," she replied, her voice a hint of disappointment.Beside them, Carson smiled a little as if not feeling the impact o
They went inside the house. Paula and Alison prepared everything they could. Anything to make Vani feel comfortable in their home. Of course, they would do their best because they didn't want to make a wrong impression on Vani.After everything was prepared, they sat on the sofa, and Vani took out her design papers and placed them on the table. "So, what do you guys want from the dress I want to make?" she asked in a friendly tone as if she had known them for years. I want to hear your ideas. I'll make it just the way you want it. Just take a look at my designs for reference."Paula and Alison looked at each other, confusion and excitement mingling. "I want something elegant but still modern," Paula said. "Something that makes me feel confident and special in front of people. Everyone will look at me with admiration."Alison adds, "And maybe a little touch of bold color. I want it to reflect a strong personality."Vani nodded, her smile growing wider. "Good. I love your passion and id