Emma glanced at Anna, a faint smile appearing on her lips. Today, neither Anna nor Emma was wearing the dresses they had chosen at the store the other day.
Anna had put on a deep red gown, dazzling yet seductive, completely different from the elegant dresses she had selected before. As for Emma, although she had not directly chosen any dress during that fitting session, she had also cleverly changed her choice.
Emma laughed coldly to herself. She could not help thinking that Anna was still Anna. She was always fake and never sincere with anyone, not even herself. Anna always tried to appear perfect, but this sudden change only proved that she had never truly intended to connect with anyone, including Emma.
"Let's see how sincere she can be with Ricard," Emma thought, mockery flashing briefly through her eyes.
