Then I hurried to the Paris DNA testing center, where I obtained the fake paternity test results Kevin had used back then. Since my passport had been used for the records, it was easy to retrieve all the evidence I needed.
With everything secured, I took a cab to the venue. By the time I arrived, Kevin's patience had clearly worn thin.
"She's here!" someone in the crowd called out and all eyes turned toward me.
Kevin visibly relaxed, though his face still held traces of anger. He grabbed the design drafts on the table and threw them in my direction.
"Amy, you're impressive! Making everyone wait for you! Hurry and get changed!" The entire venue echoed with his angry shouts and the staff, visibly uneasy, ushered me backstage.
In the dressing room, my eyes immediately landed on the wedding gown at the center of the room.
This gown, inspired by me, was Freddie's design, with tens of thousands of pearl-white gems delicately adorning the hem.
Three years ago, when Kevin said he would give me this wedding dress, I was stunned and urged him not to plagiarize. But he didn't listen, even naming the dress 'Moonlight Garden.'