As she yanked at my dress, the diamond ornaments came loose, catching the light as they scattered. She gasped, her expression exaggerated with shock, her eyes wide as she stared at me.
"Oh my God, this wedding dress is real. Nora, you’ve got some nerve. This dress was custom-made by my uncle for his future bride! Every single diamond on it—he traveled the world just to collect them.
"Forget about stealing the veil and the necklace for now, but how could you take the wedding dress meant for the bride on her wedding day?"
