Emily's brows furrowed when she heard Arwen say that. She didn't understand, but more than that, the confident challenge in Arwen's tone irked her.
Clenching her fingers, she asked, "What do you an?"
"I am giving you the chance you prove yourself right," Arwen said with a smile. "Didn't you say that it's just Quinn's na giving the advantage. Then prove it"
Saying that, she turned to the shop attendant. "You heard it all, right?" she asked —not to seek the confirmation, but to confirm it aloud herself. "I am Arwen Quinn, but I am no longer part of the Quinn family. I am not their heiress. So, while assisting , don't carry any misunderstandings. I am not the rich heiress I was once known to be."
She hadn't corrected people when they addressed her as Ms. Quinn because she found it unnecessary. Not because she wanted to cling to the last remnants of the family she left, but because it was simply more convenient. She didn't want to face yet another change after everything she had endured.
Looking back at Emily, she said, "There, you go. I have helped you confirm everything. Now, try and see if you can get what you think was mine just because of a suffix attached to my na."
Emily was enraged.
Arwen had no longer kept it subtle. She had challenged her openly. And there was no way Emily was going to take it lying down.
She turned to look at the attendant again. "You heard that, right? She is not a Quinn. Now, will you take to try this dress?"
However, the shop attendant remained put. "Sorry, ma'am. We still can't do that."
"What do you an?" she asked, her fury rising. "Did you not hear? Or are you too dumb to act accordingly? She is not a Quinn, which ans catering to her won't curry you any favours!"
The attendant glanced at Arwen before looking back at Emily. "Ma'am, it's not about her family. It's about our policy." She paused, then added, "Our store respects every custor. And for years, Ms. Arwen has been one of our esteed clients. This dress is designed and customized for her. We can't accept your request."
"Esteed guest?" Emily scoffed, pointing a finger at Arwen with a mocking expression. "Her? Haha … did you not find anyone better?"
Arwen didn't react. She simply stood there, calm and composed. Her nonchalance alone was enough to push Emily over the edge, again and again.
"I will pay triple the price. Give it to ." Emily said, gritting her teeth when she caught sight of Arwen's nonchalant expression. "I just like this design, so I am giving you the opportunity to make more profit. And I am sure she hasn't paid for it yet. So, think carefully before refusing ."
She sounded so sure because she knew it had been months since Catrin had cut Arwen's allowance.
Even if Arwen managed to keep up the strong and mighty facade at Lustreé, she couldn't maintain it everywhere. By now, Emily was sure Arwen's savings had run dry —leaving her with more than pocket change.
"There is nothing to think about, ma'am," the attendant said, sounding very sure of her words. "Even if you pay us ten tis the price, we still can't give you this piece. It's already been sold."
"Sold?" Emily was taken aback. She stared at Arwen, her disbelief evident. "You paid for this dress?"
She hadn't asked, but she knew Aurora pieces were wildly expensive, especially the custom ones.
How had Arwen managed to pay sothing like that? Shouldn't she be out of funds by now?"
Arwen caught the look on Emily's face and couldn't help but smile.
"I didn't," she replied, shaking her head.
Emily's brows furrowed. "You didn't?" she repeated, and Arwen nodded again in confirmation.
Emily let out a short, disbelieving laugh and turned to the shop attendant. "How dare you lie to ? Do you even know who I am?"
The attendant flinched slightly, but keeping her composure, she replied, "I didn't lie, ma'am. The billing for this outfit has been completed. We cannot resell a sold item."
"How can that be possible?" Emily grunted. "Do you think I would believe it just because you said so? Aurora designs co at a price not everyone can afford. How can she even pay for sothing so high-end?"
"Who said I have to pay to afford the dresses here?" Arwen asked in a mocking tone.
Emily turned to look at her, perplexed. "What do you an?"
"I ant exactly what you heard." Arwen's smile deepened as she walked closer to the dress to continue, "I don't need to pay for the dresses here. As long as I request them to design sothing for , they will do it. And believe , this privilege doesn't co from Quinn's na —it cos from . Arwen Quinn —not the rich heiress of the Quinn family, but just Arwen Quinn."
"You —!"
Before Emily could speak further, Arwen raised her hand. "I am done entertaining you. You can leave now."
"Arwen, you —!"
Arwen didn't let her complete. She passed a glance to the attendant with a quiet instruction that was imdiately executed.
Imdiately, a few guards appeared, ready to take Emily away.
"You … what are you all doing? Don't co any closer," Emily warned, stepping back. "I am going to be the daughter of the Quin family soon. If you are wise, you wouldn't try to make a move on ."
But no matter what she said, she was still escorted out of the store —humiliated.
Mia, who had quietly watched every mont of the exchange, couldn't help but chuckle.
When Arwen heard her, she arched a brow of question at her. "Is there sothing funny, Mia?"
The girl didn't bother to suppress her laughter. Instead, she said, "I just don't understand how soone can be so delusional. You are going to be the CEO of Davies International and the heiress of Davies Empire tomorrow, and she actually thinks you don't have the money to afford sothing as simple as a dress. She is so dumb. What kind of heiress is she going to be in the Quinn family? She will ruin the na Mr. and Mrs. Quinn have built with great efforts."
Arwen paused at that. Her expression faltered, a flicker of pain crossing across her face —pain she had tried her best to ignore.
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