Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 489



Norris asked Madge, "Honey, which one do you think looks better?"

Roseanne instinctively glanced at her mother.

Madge pondered for a moment, "They're both lovely."

"How do we choose then?"

Madge replied, "No need to choose. Let's get them all."

"What?!"

"That's too much, how much will that cost? I only need one, we have plenty at home."

But Madge had already pulled out her credit card and handed it to the salesperson, "These three, we'll take them all. Could you please wrap them up? Thank you."This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"Of course! Of course!"

The salesperson cheerfully went to process the payment.

Norris, like a bashful spouse, tugged at Madge's sleeve, "Babe, this is really expensive, each one costs thousands..."

"It's alright, I'll buy them for you," Madge said gently. "I just received a royalty check yesterday, it's quite a sum."

Norris was dumbfounded, "That much?"

"Yeah~"

"Honey, you're amazing!"

Madge blushed slightly.

"Ahem!" Roseanne coughed loudly, reminding them she was still there. Could you two tone it down a bit?

Norris was quick to decide and straightforward in purchasing, whereas Madge, browsing through the women's section on the second floor, visited several stores but found nothing satisfactory.

Some dresses she dismissed at a glance, not even having the desire to try them on.

Roseanne then remembered a small French brand that was quite niche, so much so that even its store location wasn't prominent, tucked away in a corner far from the elevator.

But the dresses were indeed beautiful. The moment Madge stepped in, her eyes lit up.

She didn't need Roseanne's help picking, having her own taste and aesthetic.

She tried on two dresses first, one orange and one blue, different styles but both flattering to her complexion.

The hems featured lace and

embroidery, exuding a classical

elegance, and the accessories were

innovative, like lace around the

wrists and tassels at the chest, yet...

Something was still missing.

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Madge continued on and then stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixed on a black dress in the display window, unable to move further.

The black dress' design was less bold than the others, with fewer elements.

The solid black seemed somewhat stiff at first glance, but the waist- was cinched with a white chiffon scarf, softly cascading and blending with the skirt.

Simple and romantic, very French.

Silver had the rare leisure to go shopping today.

She wasn't brand-conscious, just followed her instincts. Passing by a boutique tucked in a corner, she was drawn to a black dress in the window. The design was simple, not immediately eye-catching, but it allowed the white chiffon at the waist to stand out.

She entered the store.

After trying on several dresses, she found that the initial black dress was the best.

She was about to ask the

salesperson to wrap it up and check out when she turned around to find

the dress she had just tried on somehow being worn by another woman.

She frowned.

Thinking Silver was about to explode, the salesperson internally panicked, ready to explain, but saw Silver walking towards Madge instead. This was going to be a disaster...

In the salesperson's mind, they could already envision the explosive scene to follow.

After all, both women had the look and aura of high status.

Silver, all intensity and presence; Madge, striking and composed.

And if there's one thing these high-society ladies hated, it was a fashion clash...