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017: Can't you tell it's fake?

Autumn's hands shot out, pushing Dexter away from her, as she turned to face Iris. Her gaze lingered on the exquisite white gown, its delicate lace and intricate embroidery gleaming in the light. The dress, passed down from her grandmother before she died, was a treasured family heirloom, meant to be worn by Autumn on her wedding day and someday passed down to her own daughter. But now, it was draped on Iris's slender frame, its beauty diminished by the woman's tacky taste.

Autumn's eyes narrowed, her rage simmering just below the surface. For Iris to have access to this gown, Ivan must have taken her to Autumn's own bedroom, rummaged through her closet, and offered her the dress like a twisted gift. The thought made Autumn's blood boil.

"Who gave you that dress?" Autumn demanded, her voice low and even, her hands pointing accusingly at Iris.

Iris feigned innocence, her eyes widening in mock confusion. "This dress?" she cooed, her high-pitched voice grating on Autumn's nerves like
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