Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 603 Snarky Retorts

"It has been a long time since your last visit, Mrs. Damazio," the sales associate greeted. Then, the sales associate

smiled and led Simone further into the shop. "We have just released several new designs, and I have reserved

those found in your size." The sales associate was perceptive enough to remember Simone was a regular and had

treated her like one.

However, Yelena was left behind and ignored. It wasn't because the sales associate looked down on her. No matter

how popular she was, she remained a celebrity who occupied a much lower status in the social hierarchy than a

wealthy housewife.

Meanwhile, Simone had an unpleasant expression when she noticed the sales associate ignoring Yelena. "I didn't

come here to shop for myself," she said. "I'm here to buy a few new outfits for my future daughter-in-law."

The phrase "future daughter-in-law" prompted the sales associate to approach Yelena. Then, the sales associate

respectfully greeted, "Oh, Miss Sullivan. This way, please. You are after a few new outfits, yes? Let me measure you

first."

Nonetheless, Yelena did not trouble the sales associate even though she had been ignored earlier because she

knew this was just how society was. "Thank you," she responded.

After being meticulously measured in a private fitting room, the sales associate presented Yelena with several

outfits in her size. "As we are a bespoke tailor boutique, we typically only stock a few designs each season," the

sales associate explained. "These are what we have in your size. Have a look and let me know if you have any

requests. We can come up with a custom design for you."

Then, Yelena browsed the outfits brought to her. As expected of a bespoke tailor, the clothes were exquisite and

covered in tiny details that no major brand could imitate. There was one dress that caught her eye. It was a tight-

fitting white dress embroidered with white camellias. She was about to pick it up when a woman behind her

reached out and snatched the dress away.

"This dress looks like it's my size," the young woman said. "Amy, wrap it up for me."

On the other hand, Yelena was annoyed that a dress she liked had been taken from her, so she scowled at the tall

young woman behind her. "Miss, I was looking at that dress," she declared.

The woman nonchalantly looked down at her phone and tapped it as though she did not hear Yelena. After a few

long minutes, the woman finally looked up to shoot her a dismissive look. "What are you staring at? Did you pay for

it? If not, then it's open for everyone to buy."

Her remarks rendered Yelena speechless. This woman is not only rude and disregards social etiquette, but her

attitude is also shameless.

The woman's eyes suddenly went wide as though a realization struck her. "Aren't you that infamous celebrity Yelena

Sullivan? Everyone online is talking about your scandals, but you're still in the mood to shop for clothes?"

Naturally, the scandal she was referring to was how Yelena was sold into a rural village, leading to speculation that

she might have been defiled. It was evident from how blunt the woman was when referring to the rumors that she

wanted to publicly humiliate Yelena. Nevertheless, those who wish to find fault in someone would always have an

excuse to do so. Her words merely made her appear arrogant.

"Why are you so happy about that? Are you the person who started those rumors? Don't you know that the

punishment for defamation is years of imprisonment?" Yelena shot back.

Faced with multiple questions, the young woman panicked. "What are you babbling about? Prison? Stop trying to

intimidate me," the young woman scoffed. Then, she walked around Yelena, scanning her up and down before

letting out a scornful smirk. "Your outfit isn't worth that much. They're so old and plain. Are you even worthy of

shopping here?"

After hearing that, Yelena crossed her arms before her chest. However, she calmly glanced at the woman instead

of getting angry. "Do you mean to say you are worthy of shopping here?"

"Of course. I am a VIP guest here." The young woman held her chin up high like a proud little peacock.

Afterward, Yelena tutted. "You might be a VIP guest, but it's clear the dress does not fit you."

Her words infuriated the woman. In her mind, she was a perfect fit for the dress; she was beautiful, fair, and tall.

After noticing that the women were silent, Yelena criticized her heavily. After all, she was not a pushover. "Your waist

is too thick. Your bosoms are not big enough. Your legs are too short. Your skin is in terrible condition. Pardon me,

but can you not spend more on your own skincare? You look like you're in your forties even though you are in your

thirties."

The young woman nearly choked in anger after hearing the scornful remarks. "Thirties?" she screeched. "I'm only

23 years old!

In response, Yelena held a hand up to her mouth in shock. "What? You look so much older."

Meanwhile, Hank stood not far away, listening to his girlfriend curse someone out without using vulgar language. He

admired how high-brow his beloved's insults were. Given that she can handle that woman, I should refrain from

interfering with their conversation.

The young woman nearly lost control of herself as she did not expect to be so utterly humiliated. "You—" she

shrieked as she was stuck in an awkward scenario where she could not leave, with or without the dress. Ultimately,

she flung the dress on the floor and violently stomped on it.

Yelena frowned in response, surprised by how extreme the woman's reaction was. "That is a dress the designer

slaved over. How can you do this to it?" she scolded.

"I'll pay for it later," the woman impatiently retorted. "Mind your own business!" It's only a dress. If I can't have it, no

one else can!

As soon as the woman said that, someone stepped out from the inner room.

In the meantime, Simone had heard the designer was present in the shop that day, so she headed into the inner

room to discuss the next season's outfits with the designer. She had not expected to hear people arguing in the

store. The moment she walked out, she was greeted by the sight of someone trying to bully Yelena.

There was no way Simone could just stand by and do nothing. Moreover, she overheard everything on her way out,

so she knew what had happened. Then, she languidly walked over and picked up the dress stained with muddy

footprints. "Look at how your VIP clients treat your clothes, Celine," she commented. She even placed heavy

emphasis on the word "VIP."

The young woman's face went completely white when she heard the name. Why is the designer in the store on a

Friday? She would have been fine if only the sales associate had witnessed her tantrum. After all, she was a

customer, and the sales associate would never dare to say a word about her behavior. However, she was now

caught red-handed by the designer. There was no way she could ever shop at this store again. So, the woman

immediately smiled and explained, "It's all just a misunderstanding. I—"

"You think the dresses I design are meant to be thrown on the floor and stomped on?" Celine asked. While she was

not from Chars, she was fluent in the language. Her entire being radiated with elegance and refinement, yet it was

clear from her voice that she could barely suppress her anger.

"It's not what you think," the young woman pleaded. "They attacked me first. They provoked me into doing it." She

even wore a pitiful, bullied expression as if she were the victim of the incident.