"Why? You dare ask why? When you used his salary card to buy a wedding dress, did you ask yourself why? Do you think our family's money falls from the sky?"
My future mother-in-law's mocking tone accompanied the press of a remote. The screen instantly displayed a bill.
It clearly showed that I had spent 108,999.9 dollars at the bridal shop on Wednesday.
And the cardholder was Simon.
She looked at my pale face, "How does that ten-thousand- dollar dress feel, Miss Best?"
I stared at Simon again, "I told you it was an accident!"
Simon sneered, "An accident? Then it was an accident that I took wedding photos with someone else, an accident that we kissed. I guess Miss Best won't mind, would you?"
Watching his twisted expression, the itchiness on my skin intensified.
My mother gasped, "Jessie, you're having an allergic reaction!"
Only then did I notice the large, disgusting welts slowly appearing on my exposed skin.
In that instant, Wendy's words came flooding back.
I had meticulously chosen the wedding dress from a reputable bridal shop, trying to be considerate of Simon's financial situation by not picking something too expensive.