"Fine, I'm sorry! Take the dress! I shouldn't have fought you for it!" Revenge could wait. At that moment, saving my face was the priority. However, Vivian still slashed the blade across my face again. "Oh, now you're sorry? Well, it's too late now, wench! "I won't let you go until I've vented every ounce of my rage!" I screamed in pain and turned to Lucas for help. "Lucas, you know my background. Aren't you afraid of the consequences? If you keep letting her humiliate me like this, you'll regret it!" Lucas sneered. "What status could you possibly have? Your mother bewitched my father into forcing this engagement on me!" A vicious gleam flashed in Vivian's gaze. "Your mother is a witch, and I bet you are one too. Strip off and let me see clearly!" "No!" Just then, my phone rang from inside my bag. I struggled desperately to reach it, but Vivian snatched it first. She swiped to answer, and my mother's voice came through immediately. "Lillibet, how's the gown shopping going?" I hurriedly shouted for help. "Mom, save me! Someone's hurting me! She's trying to strip me off!" My mother panicked. "What? Who's doing this to you?" Vivian cut in arrogantly. "Me! Your little witch daughter has been begging for attention, so I'm putting her in her place!" My mother snapped, "I don't care who you are! Let my daughter go now, or you'll pay for this when I get there!" "Try me! I'll be right here to catch you, you witch!" With that, Vivian hung up my phone and hurled it to the floor. It shattered into pieces. She slapped me across the face again and sneered, "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, huh? When your mother shows up, I'll strip her down too!" Time crawled by. It felt like half a century, but in reality, it had only been five minutes. Finally, a familiar, stretched limousine appeared. My mother stepped out of the car and demanded, "Let me see who dares threaten to strip me down!"