Ambrose, never one to miss a beat, responded, “That’s easily arranged. Hazel has one, right? She’s the older sister; she wouldn’t mind handing it over.”
His gaze shifted to Hazel, but he paused as he caught sight of the wedding dress in her hands.
“How did this happen?”
Hazel’s eyes flicked toward Scarlett, and before she could speak, Ambrose stepped protectively in front of her.
“It must have been a mistake at the shop. It’s nothing to do with Scarlett. I’ll have someone fix it right away.”
Scarlett feigned concern, her voice sweet with a hint of mockery.
“But it’s so late now. The bridal shops must be closed... How about we borrow a second-hand dress for now? After all, didn’t you always say you wanted a simple wedding, Sis?”
All eyes turned to Hazel.
For two powerful families like theirs, finding a brand-new dress wouldn’t be an issue. But instead of going the extra mile, they seemed content to let Hazel compromise. After all, she’d always been the one to bear the brunt of their demands.
“It’s fine. I wouldn’t want to trouble anyone,” Hazel replied with a graceful smile. “You all have your own matters to attend to. I’ll handle it myself.”