“But at some point, I had to get something in the bathroom for Miss White. Therefore, I can’t give an account for whatever this young lady must have done in my absence.”
Johanna stamped her feet in desperation.
“I didn’t do anything to your dress. Period!”
Edwin glared at her, unbelief gaping in his eyes.
“And you think we’ll believe your words, you liar? It is you who tore Hannah’s dress!”
Hannah just stood there, watching the whole scene absentmindedly. She wished they would all just keep quiet; her head already ached from the noise. She was about to say something when a familiar voice rang from the door.
“What’s wrong?”
It was Bryson. He was standing at the doorway, arms across his chest, staring at Hannah.
“Hannah’s dress just got torn into pieces!” Edwin said at once, pointing at the dress.
“And it was Johanna who had done it. The problem now is, there’s no time to get a new one.”
Bryson’s eyes followed Edwin’s finger and settled on the ruined dress.
He glanced at it for a brief moment, a cold look on his face.
Then he said, “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of this.” Hannah Looked away uncomfortably. Deep down, she would rather Bryson stay out of this.
“Make arrangements for a well-tailored dress right now. It should be here in an hour.” Bryson turned to Brayden, who stood beside him.
“Okay,” Brayden replied with a brisk nod. Then he stepped aside to make a phone call.
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Hannah strode towards Bryson.
“You don’t have to bother yourself,” she said, her voice almost a whisper.
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“I can wear—”
“It’s fine.” Bryson looked down at her, then at his wristwatch.
“You’ll get the dress soon. Someone’s on their way already. For now, I have to run along. Brayden and I have to attend to some important business.”
Soon after, Bryson and Brayden left. An awkward silence settled in the room, and Hannah turned to look at Johanna. She was too exhausted to continue arguing with the other lady.
“Listen here, Johanna.” Hannah’s voice was tired but firm.
“The next time you come into my room without my permission, I’ll have no option but to be rude to you. Now leave here.”
Johanna walked out of the room, head hung low. She burned with jealousy.