Rebecca POV.

In the spacious dressing room, I saw a long light blue sarong hanging on a hanger.

It should have been ironed, no wrinkles at all, as the skirt was encrusted with diamonds and crystals and looked sparkly.

"Becky, take it down and try it on to see if it fits." Christian excitedly urged me to go over.

"Wait, there's no rush." I walked over and cupped my hands around the dress and examined it carefully to see if there were any sharp objects or loose spots on it.

"Becky, you're suspecting that Lily has moved your dress?" Christian asked me, "I don't think she has the guts, I've...