Chapter 122: The Designer Dresses

Trista’s POV

The day finally came, and Liam, Hazel and I pulled up to the auction. We were in a long line of ultra-luxury cars. It was clear before we even stepped out of our car that this was a next level event. Everywhere, cameras flashed and people dressed in the latest designer clothes paused to have their pictures taken by the paparazzi.

“This is incredible,” Hazel sighed, clutching my elbow.

“It’s something, all right,” I mused. Butterflies danced in my stomach; we were going to find out soon if I had made the auction shortlist. I was both nervous and excited.

Lucian was waiting for us at the front door. But he frowned as we approached.

“I thought you were going shopping,” he said, eyeing our dresses. “Why are you wearing last year’s designs? Doesn’t your boss care about how you look?”

“Of course he does,” I said, but Lucian cut me off.

“Well, he doesn’t look very generous to me.”

I could feel the anger radiate from Liam beside me. He grit his teeth and clenched his