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Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 122

Effie glanced down at her dress, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. Her tone was mild, almost amused. “That’s right. Why do you ask?”

Sigrid’s voice shot up a notch, her disbelief laid bare. “How could you possibly get a custom UKISS piece?”

Effie arched an eyebrow, her composure unshaken. “Is it so impossible? Yet, here I am, wearing it.”

Sigrid couldn’t believe it.

If this dress had been on the back of any other socialite in the room, she wouldn’t have batted an eye. But this gown was worth seven figures. Effie, of all people—how on earth did she pull this off? Not long ago, Effie had been completely ordinary; now she seemed to have transformed overnight, the ugly duckling turned swan.

The comparison was almost painful—Effie made Sigrid feel utterly forgettable.

Effie, meanwhile, knew exactly what Sigrid was thinking, but she couldn’t be bothered to explain. If Sigrid ever found out just how many UKISS dresses she had stashed at home, she’d probably have a meltdown. Lyman had commissioned a whole wardrobe for her, after all.

Effie was about to go find her colleagues; even another word with Sigrid felt like a waste of effort. Sigrid, seeing just how indifferent Effie was to her now, felt a fresh wave of discomfort. Effie used to be so accommodating, so eager to please. What had happened to her?

Wasn’t Effie supposed to be struggling after leaving her brother’s house? Instead, she looked every bit the princess—elegant, poised, almost ethereal. It was infuriating.

Sigrid’s envy was eating her alive as she watched Effie carry herself with effortless grace.

Just then, a commotion rippled through the entrance. Clearly, someone important had arrived. Instinctively, everyone turned toward the door—and that’s when Isabel made her entrance, the picture of poise and confidence.

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