My Fiancé Swapped My Custom Gown for Trash, So I Married His Billionaire Rival
Language: en
During my wedding dress fitting, Julian handed me a yellowed, tattered vintage gown with frayed lace and obvious yellow sweat stains under the armpits. The makeup artist froze, her hand hovering in mid-air, and the whispers of my friends and family pierced my ears like needles. His childhood friend Mia popped her head out of the fitting room with a mischievous grin. She was wearing my custom haute couture wedding gown, spinning around in front of everyone. "Are you guys mesmerized? The real dress is right here!" My three-hundred-thousand-dollar gown had been stolen and replaced by her.…