It Shall Be Called Guilt
The woman smiled, "There's something on this dress that she haven't told you."
"The reason why Royals was the name of the dresses was because… a crown is designed within them. Are you aware?"
Marks' confident look started to crumble.
He glanced down at Fiona and Fiona could only shake her head, she was there when the clothes were being made and there was nothing.
"Seeing your looks, you must have not altered it at all. But you didn't see anything right?" the woman's smile became wider.
She then faced everyone, "Do you want to see? They were unaware that a crown was within these clothes, so if I would be able to show it, that only means one thing."
She looked at the two of them, "These clothes are made by my friend instead of miss Fiona."
Her eyes turned vicious and hatred filled them.
"Who are you?" Mark asked once again.