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.