The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 251

The layers of the skirt cascaded down, the train trailing ten feet behind her. With every step, she seemed to be walking on air, radiating nobility and elegance.

Carola’s eyes went wide, and she covered her mouth in sheer amazement. "Tamara, you... you look like an angel! It's absolutely beautiful!"

Beside her, Deborah was equally stunned. It took her a moment to find her voice, stammering, "Tamara, this is just too gorgeous! It's a shame Milford isn't here today. If he saw you like this, he’d want to marry you right here on the spot!"

Tamara’s lips curled slightly. She lowered her head in feigned shyness, her fingers gently stroking the diamonds embedded in the fabric. "Do you really think it looks good?" she asked softly. "I was worried it might be too much..."

"No way!" Carola circled her excitedly, her eyes filled with envy. "This dress was practically made for you! You’re going to be the most dazzling person at the wedding!"

Deborah nodded in agreement and pulled out her phone. "Tamara, can I take a few pictures? This dress is incredible. I want to post it on social media!"

Tamara smiled slightly and struck a graceful pose. "Of course."

Deborah snapped the photos and scrolled through them. Under the lighting, Tamara looked gentle and beautiful in the wedding gown. Even without filters, every shot was perfect.

Deborah couldn't help but sigh. "Tamara, with a face and figure like yours, it’s a waste that you didn't go into show business!"

Tamara chuckled softly. "I don't have Clive's talent. You guys are just flattering me."

Tamara glanced at her sideways.

Deborah felt a spike of anxiety under her gaze, terrified she might have annoyed her. She quickly added, "If it's too much trouble, forget it! I was just asking..."

Seeing Deborah so cautious and timid, Tamara suddenly smiled. It was a sweet, generous smile. "Just a few tickets? That’s no trouble at all."

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her tone was airy, but it carried an obvious sense of superiority. "It's my brother's concert. Getting a few tickets is just a matter of saying the word. Since you asked, I'll talk to Clive when I get back. I'll score you some VIP front-row passes. Sounds cool?"

Carola and Deborah exchanged glances. Carola remained relatively impassive. Her family was much wealthier than Deborah’s, and given her close relationship with Tamara, she didn't even need to ask—Tamara would naturally provide tickets for her.