Elisabeth's POV
"No."
The single word rang through the boutique, sharp and final. I planted my feet firmly between Madam Lauren and the dress rack.
"No," I said again, louder this time, watching both women's faces twist with surprise.
Madam Lauren's perfectly sculpted eyebrows arched dangerously. Her voice carried the same icy authority that reminded me of every cold, calculating woman from my past. "You clearly don't understand the gravity of causing trouble here. The Harding name won't protect you from being escorted out by security."
Her tone struck a nerve. She could have been my mother's twin sister, all sharp edges and hollow threats. They would have made excellent allies in their shared mission to crush spirits.
I moved closer, my resolve hardening. "This dress belongs to me. I'm leaving here with it properly wrapped and ready for tomorrow's wedding. That's exactly how this ends."
