She looked around the grand banquet hall.
And froze.
Every single server in the room was wearing the exact same dress as hers.
The emerald-green fabric.
The delicate hand-stitched embroidery.
The intricate flowers and vines woven into the design.
Alexa's face instantly turned deathly pale.
This wasn't a cheap imitation.
It was the original designer gown.
The very same expensive dress that had once belonged to Juliet—the dress Juliet had planned to wear at her wedding reception with Vincent.
Back then, jealous and unwilling to let Juliet have it, Alexa had begged Vincent to give the dress to her instead. And Vincent, without a second thought, had taken it from Juliet and handed it over to Alexa.
Alexa had always treated that dress as a symbol of her victory.
But now...
Every waitress at Juliet's wedding was wearing it.
The priceless designer masterpiece had been reduced to nothing more than a server uniform.
Whispers immediately spread through the hall.
"Isn't that Alexa Gray?"
"Oh my God. She's dressed exactly like the servers."
"I heard that dress originally belonged to Juliet."
"Looks like Juliet got her revenge."
Someone secretly took a picture of Alexa.
Within minutes, it was uploaded online.
'Alexa crashed Juliet's wedding dressed like the waitstaff. Lol.'
The comments flooded in instantly, mocking and ridiculing her.
Alexa's entire body shook with humiliation.
Then she raised her head toward the stage.
Standing beside Cassian Han in her breathtaking wedding gown, Juliet was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
The moment their eyes met, Juliet gradually stopped laughing.
She didn't say a single word.
She simply smirked.
