"Be certain that her wedding gown shall be envious of by the other nobles," Rorilin told the notorious seamstress, Lorenza Jaime, who was taking my measurement. "I also want the other nobles to envy my son and Dominixe's wedding," she said dreamily. "Right, Harchier?"

I stared at Rorilin, Warren's mother, with an almost disgusting expression I could ever express. My hands had been clenching so badly already ever since I was lured to come here to the apparel boutique by Papa.

No.

I was already threatened to come here to take my measurement since I was already engaged with Warren Porter five months ago.

Yes, five months ago.

It was...