My Stepsister Livestreamed My Billion-Dollar Wedding Gown Chapter 06
I stared at Talia’s tear-streaked face, the single tear hanging at the corner of her eye, and suddenly
laughed.
Kian frowned at my laughter.
“What are you laughing at?”
I wiped blood from the corner of my mouth and pushed myself up off the floor.
“Mr. Jett, Lila’s gown is ruined. I’m the designer, and I take responsibility for that.”
I glanced around the room at every person present and spoke clearly.
“But at no point did I ever say this was for my wedding. They were the ones rushing to try it on.”
“Gwen! You’re lying!” Hale shouted angrily.
“The second she burst in and turned on the livestream, I told her the gown couldn’t be touched.” I pointed at Talia. “She said she would only try it on and wouldn’t break anything.”
I turned to Hale. “You took my phone away and stopped me from calling security.”
I pointed to Sterling. “He grabbed my hair and dragged me back.”
I looked at Mom. “She plucked a pearl from the gown and said she’d make a bracelet for Talia.’
I turned back to Kian at last.
“I begged them, warned them, tried to stop them. I told them they could still back out. No one
listened.”
“So I accept responsibility. But this was not my fault.”
Kian studied me, something shifting behind his eyes.
He said nothing, simply lifted one hand and gestured.
“Take them all away.” The five people were dragged out of the dressing room.
Talia kept screaming and crying, her voice breaking.
“Help me! Tell them! We’re sisters!”
Hale was dragged along, kicking his feet on the floor.
“Gwen you ungrateful monster! You’re letting us rot! You’ll pay for this!”
Sterling’s legs shook. Guards half-carried him, repeating the same phrase over and over.
“It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me…”
Mom and Dad chased behind them, begging and screaming.
“Gwen! How can you be so cold! That’s your little sister!”
“You terrible omen! You’ve destroyed our whole family!”
The door shut behind them, cutting their voices off.
Only Kian and I remained in the dressing room, surrounded by wreckage.
He walked over to the ripped gown and lifted half of its train. Talia’s foundation and lipstick stained
the fabric.
“Gwen, tell me. Can this gown be fixed?”
I looked at him and stayed silent.
“The ceremony starts in forty minutes.” He glanced at his watch. “The bride is waiting in the next
room.”
I closed my eyes.
Memories of my past life crashed over me like a tide.
Back then, I fought tooth and nail to preserve the gown, and the wedding went smoothly. But Talia destroyed my reputation on livestream. I lost everyone and died alone in my rental apartment.
This lifetime, I let her destroy the gown. I let her and our whole family taste the consequences of
their own choices.
But the gown was still ruined.
It represented the Jett family’s honor, the betrothal heirloom sealing the alliance.
I took a deep breath and looked at Kian.
“Mr. Jett, I have a solution.”
“Speak.”
“I created a backup version of the gown for Lila.” My tone stayed calm.
“It’s standard practice in high-end couture to craft a duplicate sample made with identical techniques for emergencies.”
Kian raised an eyebrow. “A backup sample?”
“It’s at my atelier.” I reached for my phone, only to remember Hale had stolen it.
Kian glanced at me and handed me his own phone.
I accepted it and dialed a number.
“It’s me, Gwen.” I spoke into the phone. “Bring the backup Jett wedding gown to the reception venue. Within forty minutes.”
My assistant spoke from the other end of the line.
“Ms. Voss? But that’s just the sample piece…”
“Don’t ask questions. Bring it here as fast as you can.”
I hung up and turned back to Kian.
“Forty minutes is enough time.”
He narrowed his eyes and studied me.
“You prepared a backup ahead of time?”
“High couture requires backups.” I knelt down and picked up the scattered diamonds one by one. “It’s industry standard.”
It wasn’t really standard practice.
I’d learned to plan ahead after being reborn.
