The boutique proprietor appeared perplexed.
"Which bridal gown are you referring to?"
"The one created by the Madron clan some time ago."
"Ms. Fowler, the Madrons have only ever commissioned one wedding dress, and it's intended for Mr. Sharp's betrothed."
The shopkeeper's gaze immediately shifted towards me. Maia's expression brightened with joy upon seeing the gown.
"Oh my, it's stunning! This is exactly the kind of wedding dress I've always dreamed of!"
However, her demeanor changed to one of rage when she noticed me wearing it.
"Sienna, you brazen hussy! First, you take my fiancé, and now you're here to snatch my wedding dress?"
She lunged forward to rip the dress off me, but Howard swiftly intervened, pushing her aside.
"Ms. Fowler, you're jumping to conclusions. This bridal gown was tailored for my spouse."
Maia stood motionless for a moment.
"Uncle?" she faltered. "But Lance had this dress made for me. How could you give it to Sienna?"