"…" The employees were all stunned.
"Your Highness the Imperial Concubine, the authentic wedding dress is stored in the display case. Please look this way." Suddenly, Shay Lynch walked into the dressing room. The moment she spoke, a large set of paneled doors in the enormous fitting room slid open, revealing a dazzling wedding dress to Ashley Bowen.
This was the genuine article, the authentic Dinar Jordan creation. It had been hidden here all along.
"Wow, it's gorgeous," Ashley Bowen said, happily running over. She stopped short just before she reached the wedding dress.
This was the real fifty-million-dollar wedding dress. How could she dare touch it?
"Then who made the fake one?" Ashley Bowen suddenly wondered.
Shay Lynch walked over to Ashley Bowen in her high heels and bowed. "A humble piece by Lynch."
