Estelle stiffened, her heart hammered painfully in her chest.
On the ice, Justin lifted Serena again, higher this time. Serena's arms stretched wide. Estelle's gaze dropped to the dress again, to the delicate stitching at the waist, to the tiny flaw near the seam only she knew about. Except, it wasn't there anymore, the imperfection had been fixed.
"That's mine," she said quietly.
Victoria followed her gaze. "It was," she agreed. "But Serena noticed the flaw during her first fitting. Poor craftsmanship," she said. "We had it repaired."
"The hem is wrong. She's going to trip because she doesn't understand the physics of the silk," Estelle murmured, her eyes fixed on the dress.
There was a pause. As if Victoria was observing her comment. "Don't worry, she has an eye for detail you never developed," she finally replied, her smile didn't reach her eyes. "She's everything you should have been."
The words cracked like a whip. Estelle flinched as if struck.
