Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 339

Hearing Mindy's surprised voice, Cherie decided to come over and see what the commotion was about. When she saw the dress on Gabrielle, Cherie's eyes flared with anger.

"Gabrielle! You... " Of all the people who should wear the dress she ordered, it had to be Gabrielle. Cherie was so overcome with fury that she was rendered speechless. All she could do was glare at the other woman.

The moment Gabrielle stepped out of the fitting room, she was shocked to see Mindy and Cherie. They were both staring daggers at her. She knew the two ladies weren't the easiest people to deal with.

The dress Gabrielle wore was exactly the one reserved for Cherie—it was dark green and looked exquisite. Gabrielle was fair, and the dress' color set off her skin—making her look almost ethereal.

The waist was tight fit—intricately decorated with crystals and pearls. Everything about the dress screamed custom-made.

When Gabrielle put on the dress, she immediately fell in love with it. Looking at the mirror, she almost didn't recognize herself at first. She looked elegant, sophisticated, and even a little sexy. The dress hugged her curves in a tasteful way.

When Jackson saw Gabrielle, his eyes lit up. He gave her a once-over and nodded in approval.

Sure enough, he had good taste. It was the perfect outfit that complemented Gabrielle's features.

"The clothes make the woman. Gabrielle, this dress looks good on you. Let's buy it." Without saying anything else, Jackson gave her another assessing look before smiling to himself.

"What do you mean buy it? Gabrielle, do you know that I already paid a deposit for this dress? It's been reserved to me. It's mine. You get that? How can you wear it when it's not even yours?" Cherie coldly told Gabrielle. Cherie's face was a mix of disbelief and disgust.

Gabrielle lowered her head to take a look at the dress on her and then raised her eyes to Cherie. Gabrielle almost flinched under Cherie's murderous gaze. She didn't expect this to happen—that after trying on so many dresses, Jackson chose something that was for Cherie. It was absolutely embarrassing.

"Cherie, I had no idea this dress was yours. If I knew that, I wouldn't have tried it on." Gabrielle stood calmly in front of Cherie. Her elation at finding the perfect dress suddenly disappeared.

It wasn't Gabrielle's fault—they all knew that. Jackson chose the dress, true, but the shop assistant didn't say anything about it being booked for someone else. The girl even brought it to the fitting room so she could try it on.

Even though they were ganging up on her, Gabrielle refused to take the blame.

Jackson took in the scene before him and quickly understood that Gabrielle knew the two women. From the way they were talking and staring at her, Jackson concluded they weren't on friendly terms.

What made it worse was the fact that Gabrielle was wearing the dress meant for one of the women. The situation was humiliating to both parties.

"Gabrielle, what do you mean? Are you saying that you didn't do anything wrong? That you're innocent? Cherie paid for it with her money. It's hers, and you put it on without her permission. How disrespectful is that? Gabrielle, you should apologize to Cherie." Mindy's icy tone made it clear that she wasn't going to give up that easily. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently.

Gabrielle's forehead creased. She realized something. Mindy was actually implying that if she didn't apologize to Cherie and admitted it was her fault, she couldn't leave.

It was so funny and ridiculous.

"Mindy, you conveniently forgot that we're related by blood, and you should call me cousin. Don't you think you're going too far by asking me so impolitely to apologize to Cherie?" Mindy suddenly became indignant. She stood straighter and pointed at Gabrielle.

"What did you say? Cousin? I never admitted ..."

"That's good. I never really wanted to tell everyone I was related to a rude cousin like you either," Gabrielle told her pointedly. She raised her brow in mock challenge.

"You..."

"Let's get straight to the point. First of all, I didn't choose this dress. I didn't take it from the rack and bring it to the fitting room to try on. From the start, the shop assistant never told me this already belonged to someone else. Basically, what I'm saying is—it's not my fault." Gabrielle calmly matched the two woman's death stares. She would not back down, especially because she wasn't in the wrong.