Did 'good' mean it was acceptable? Or was there more to it?

Elise was about to ask the boutique assistant to wrap it up when another assistant appeared, carrying a breathtaking gown.

Amanda's eyes instantly sparkled. She intercepted the assistant immediately. "I want to try that one!"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Mitchell. This is reserved for Ms. Scott," the assistant apologized.

"Why? I saw it first! That makes it mine! I'm trying it now!" Amanda snapped, her tone imperious. She snatched the gown from the assistant's hands before receiving permission.

Holding it against herself, Amanda measured it visually. They had shopped for hours, but this was the only gown that truly captured her taste.

"It's stunning," Sophia fawned, a pang of jealousy striking her. She had secretly coveted it too.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Mitchell, but this was tailor-made for Ms. Elise Scott—"

"How much?" Amanda refused to listen. "I'll buy it right now!"

"It's not about the price—"

"I'll file a complaint, believe me!" Amanda threatened viciously.

The assistant, caught in an awkward position, glanced helplessly toward Elise.

Truthfully, Elise was slightly surprised. She hadn't ordered anything.

Then, realization dawned. An indescribable feeling washed over her.

William was making a habit of surprising her.

"Here's my card!" Amanda declared loftily, flashing her VIP membership at the assistant.

"It's tailored specifically to Ms. Scott's measurements," the assistant tried reasoning again. "The waist is exceptionally narrow. It won't fit you—"

"Are you insulting me?!" Amanda fumed. "I'm trying it now!"

She marched toward the fitting room, gown in hand.

That's when Elise snapped out of her reverie.

"Aren't you being unreasonable, Amanda? How many times must she tell you it's mine?"

"Whoever sees it first in this boutique gets it!" Amanda retorted stubbornly, determined to claim the gown.

"Ms. Mitchell—" the assistant began.

Elise stopped her. She looked directly at Amanda. "Let's make a bet."

"What bet?"

"If you can actually wear it, Ms. Mitchell, you can have it. For free."

"Ha!" Amanda snorted disdainfully. "You think too highly of yourself, Elise Scott!"

Elise continued provoking her. "If you can't wear it, you pay for it. How about that?"

"We'll see." Amanda absolutely dismissed Elise. After all her strict diets and rigorous workouts, she refused to believe her waist wasn't as slim as Elise's.

"Then try it, Ms. Mitchell."

Smugly, Amanda strode into the fitting room with the gown. A flustered assistant followed.

Inside, Amanda struggled. Her face darkened. "Pull harder!" she snapped at the assistant.

"I can't! It might tear!" the assistant pleaded, straining.

Amanda shot her a glare, convinced the girl was sabotaging her.

She called out, "Sophia! Get in here!"

Sophia hurried into the fitting room. She found Amanda's face flushed red, desperately trying to squeeze into the impossibly narrow gown.