Give It to Her

Terence went up to the second floor and hesitated for a moment before walking towards Esther's bedroom.

When he knocked on the door and entered, he happened to see Esther busy wiping the tears from her eyes. At the same time, she turned her back to him.

He frowned and strode towards her. A hand grabbed her arm and pulled her over. He glanced at her. "It's just a dress. Is it so important to you?"

Esther was forced to face him and had nowhere to hide, so she could only lightly say, "The gown is not important. Amanda is right. I can't use it anyway."

"Then why didn't you give it to her?"

"Do you know why Anne wants my dress?" she asked.

Terence's lips moved slightly. Although he was not very clear about what was going on, he had already guessed the general gist from Amanda's deliberate words. This was also why he was displeased.

"Because you designed the dress for your wedding with James."