"You can just take a look yourselves to see if this dress is authentic!"
Seeing the amused yet mocking expression on Cecilia's face, Chloe was immediately enraged and grabbed Fiona's sleeve.
"You're just a poor person with no exposure. What Fiona's wearing is definitely authentic!"
Cecilia's words piqued the curiosity of everyone in the hall, and they all looked at Fiona's sleeve, eager to see if there was indeed a label from Master Eric.
Even Fiona instinctively held her breath, feeling inexplicably uneasy. Heaven help her, it must be real. Otherwise, how could she look down on Cecilia with her shabby look to find a sense of superiority?
However, in the next moment, everyone was stunned!
Because on Fiona's right sleeve, there were only intricate patterns, nothing else!
There was no handwritten signature by Master Eric as Cecilia claimed.
...
The onlookers exchanged awkward glances, not knowing what to say, and even Fiona frowned deeply.
"This... this is impossible."
