"Though I guess with the Meyers' status, every heir in the country's probably fighting to marry her." "She could have every prince on his knees-she'd still only want to marry me," said Lucas. With that, the two turned and walked out. Before leaving, Lucas tossed one last order to the tailor. "Have the dress altered and sent to my house. And those tacky cufflinks-make them square. No initials." The tailor watched him go, then turned to me with a sigh. "Miss Meyer, should we..." "If she wants it, she can have it," I said, sitting back down and sketching again. "I'll design something new. And forget what he said about the cufflinks. He's not my fiancé. He doesn't get a say." That night, I had a friend's birthday party. Halfway through the night, Claire finally arrived-late, of course. One of Lucas's bodyguards followed behind, carrying a red plastic bag. He placed it down by my feet. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Meyer. I was going to return the dress right after the concert, but Lucas insisted we stay a little longer... in the car. "But Miss Meyer is famous for being generous. I'm sure you don't mind, right?" I looked down at the bag. The 3 million dollar dress was stuffed inside like a rag, crumpled into a wrinkled ball. What's worse was the white stains that stood out starkly against the crimson fabric. The people around me gasped. Some were angry for me. Others just watched with amusement. "Claire's picking a fight with Destiny right in her face, yet she's still keeping calm. Guess Destiny really is head over heels for Lucas." "Destiny can love him all she wants. Mr. Whitmore only has eyes for Claire." "Pathetic. The Meyers' only daughter being humiliated like that... at this rate, the whole family business might as well belong to the Whitmores." I looked away, not even bothering to react and called for someone to throw it out. "If Miss Monroe likes it, that's all that matters." My indifference made Claire's smugness fall flat. She clenched her fists and stalked off to the last table, the one reserved just for her.