After Pretending to Be Poor for Five Years, I Walked Away from My Arrogant Fiancé

Inside the Parisian haute couture bridal salon, the custom gown I'd waited six months for was on someone else's body.

Millicent Abbott. A-list actress. Wearing my dress.

The boutique manager stood trembling, stealing glances at Dominic Kessler where he sat on the sofa, sweat beading along her hairline.

Dominic rose and personally smoothed the train of the gown for Millicent, his tone perfectly casual. "She's got a red carpet next week and needs a showstopper. She's just borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and make do. Don't make a scene."