Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO Chapter 468: Why should she give it up?

Arwen looked at the shop assistant and nodded before turning back to check the dresses.

Behind her, Emily could only stomp her feet. "Arwen, you —"

But Arwen didn't stop. She simply walked and let Emily be on her own.

After a mont, another attendant ca to assist her. "Ms. Brown, do you need any help?"

"Fuck off!" Emily simply said, before walking in the sa direction as Arwen had left.

At the sa ti, Arwen's eyes brightened up when she saw them unwrap the dress.

"Ma'am, you can check it. Ms. Aura said she will co in soti," the attendant inford, and Arwen was a little surprised at that.

"She is coming?"

The attendant smiled before nodding. "She said she wants to personally attend to you and hear your thoughts on the dress."

"She doesn't need to be so nervous about it." Arwen looked back at the dress that had co from her vision. "She has never disappointed when it cos to designs." Her fingers moved over the beautiful embellishnt adorning the dress. "She has always delivered it exceptionally."

Mia was also awestruck. She couldn't hold herself back from stepping forward for a closer look.

"Ma'am, this is so beautiful," she said, seeing the dazzling bespoke piece. "Did you design it?"

Arwen looked at the girl's expression and couldn't help but smile. "I just gave my idea and a rough sketch. Aura did it. She has always been best at understanding your expectations. No wonder she is the best of the best in the industry."

"Ma'am," the assistant spoke from the side. "Do you want to wear it and check?"

Before Arwen could say anything, she was pushed aside.

"This dress … I want to take it," Emily said, already touching the dress with a strong desire of possession.

She followed Arwen to settle the score with her, but the mont her gaze caught sight of the dress, she forgot it all. She couldn't look away and wanted to get it for herself.

Mia furrowed her brows before stepping forward to remove Emily's hands from the dress. "Miss, I guess you've got so misunderstanding here. This dress is not sothing you can get."

"You —" Emily glared at the hand that held hers. "Who do you think you are to stop ?" She shrugged off hjer hand and took a step back to look at the better look at the girl. "You are just a pug on my cousin's side. Don't overestimate yourself."

With that, she didn't mind her and turned to the shop assistant there.

"You—" Mia wanted to speak, but Arwen showed her eyes, asking her not to. So, she didn't speak after that. She just stood there, waiting to see how the woman embarrasses herself again.

So people simply don't learn … tsk.

"Did you not hear ?" Emily asked when she saw the shop attendant standing there with a slight furrow between her brows. "Co on, take for the trial. Although I think this would fit , I still want to make it flawless on as if it's made for ."

With that, she moved to walk to the trial room nearby. But right when she would have walked past, the shop assistant extended an arm blocking her way.

"Miss, you can't go to that trial room, it's reserved for our VIP custor."

Emily frowned, but not minding it more, she nodded and said, "Fine, then take to another. I am sure there must be other trial rooms in your store."

But the assistant didn't move. Staring at Emily, she simply shook her head and said, "I am sorry, ma'am. Neither can I assist you, nor can I give you this dress to try."

"What do you an?" Emily raised a brow of displeasure.

The assistant didn't hesitate. She simply said, "This is the custom-made piece designed for Ms. Arwen Quinn. Except for her, no one can try it."

"Arwen Quinn," Emily scoffed, turning to look at Arwen with disdain. "You are still carrying Quinn's na and using it to your advantage? Aren't you a hypocrite? On one side, you said you have severed the ties with the family, and another side, you still carry the na with pride."

Arwen looked at her for a second before letting her lips curl in a mocking smile.

Seeing her like that, Emily felt her patience snapping. "What? Did I say sothing wrong? Can you dare to refuse?"

"Only a woman like you would think the surna attached to one's na makes the difference." Arwen shook her head, feeling amused at her ridiculous thought. "What's wrong with continuing to carry the na that I have carried for years? Do you think it makes a big difference?"

Arwen might have severed the ties with her parents, but that surna belongs to her. Not because she still considers herself from the Quinn family, but because that's sothing that has belonged to her since she ca to this world.

Why should she give it up just because she left the house?

Quinn's surna wasn't a legacy bestowed upon her, but Arwen Quinn was definitely the na she built for herself over the years, little by little, with her hard work. She had made that na. Why would she give it up?

She didn't owe anything to Quinn's surna, but that na did owe her a lot.

Emily wanted to wipe that pride off Arwen's face. She couldn't understand what made her still so superior in front of her. It was infuriating to see her like that.

"Arwen, you sure have gotten so used to such arrogance that you forgot that you now have no right or capability to flaunt yourself," she gritted. "If the Quinn na weren't making a difference, do you think you would be even standing here?"

Arwen stared at her and laughed. "You think that a family na is allowing to stand here?"

"Is it not?" Emily retorted with a tone of challenge. "Would dare to say that even with you being a Quinn, they would still be treating you like this? With such reverence."

Arwen felt pity for her cousin, who was never able to see past these simple things. Smiling at her with sympathy, she shook her head before gesturing her towards the shop assistant. 'Fine," she said, her tone calm and composed. "If that's what you think, why not give it a try and see?"