I Am the Real Patron All Along
Language: en
At my own engagement party. The new designer my fiancé’s company had just hired took a pair of scissors to my gown and cut it to ribbons. “Your neck is too short for a high collar.” “And your proportions are all wrong for this conservative cut. A hemline two inches below the hips would be much more suitable.” She held the scissors, a defiant smirk playing on her lips. “Ms. Preston, Mr. Bernstein assured me when he hired me that I would have the freedom to create anytime, anywhere. Consider this my wedding gift to you.” The crowd fell silent, stunned. My fiancé, Richard, rushed to my side,…