My Fiancé Chose The Thief
Language: en
The day before my wedding, I booked a signature facial at L'Elysée MedSpa. It was supposed to be my final exhale, a quiet moment to let the pre-wedding anxiety melt away under hot towels and expensive serums. When it was over, my skin glowing and my shoulders finally relaxed, I walked up to the marble reception desk and pulled out my VIP membership card to settle the tab. The receptionist handed me the final invoice. I glanced at it absently, but the numbers didn't make sense. A heavy crease formed between my brows. "Excuse me, but the remaining balance on my account has to be wrong," I…