Vivian flinched instinctively. I scoffed and strode past her. Just then, a black car pulled up in front of the store. A man stepped out. I felt my heart skip a beat. The man stood about 6"2' feet tall. He had broad shoulders, long legs, and most importantly, a flawlessly sculpted face with sharp features that looked good from any angle. Vivian immediately rushed over tearfully to tattle, "Luc, she stole my gown from me and even hit me!" So, this was my fiance! I had always been a sucker for good looks, and Lucas's appearance was exactly my type. Based on his looks alone, I felt I could forgive his previous rudeness. I gave him my best smile. "Hi, I'm Lily Windsong, your fiancee." It was no wonder my mother said I would be satisfied with the man she had picked this time. She really knew me inside out! The onlookers immediately erupted in gasps. "What? She's Mr. Goodwin's fiancee?!" "Between a fiancee and a sister in all but blood, obviously the fiancee comes first. No wonder she's acting so bold!" "Not necessarily! It still depends on who Mr. Goodwin favors more!" Lucas looked at me coldly. "Don't get ahead of yourself. My father arranged this engagement without my consent. I never agreed to it." Vivian, who stood beside him, wrapped her arm around his and leaned intimately against his shoulder. She shot me a provocative glance. "Look at yourself! There is no way Luc would ever marry an ugly creature like you!" Someone chimed in, "Exactly! If Mr. Goodwin were to marry, it would be to some rich girl from a proper family with equal status. Not some country bumpkin like you!" "With her looks, Goodwin's Group wouldn't even hire her to mop floors!" I had never considered myself a stunning beauty, but I was certainly not ugly. How could they describe me in such derogatory terms? This proved how people instinctively curry favor with the powerful and took advantage of those in misfortune. "Lucas Goodwin, go home and tell your father that I'm calling off this engagement. You don't deserve me."