Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me novel Chapter 603

Chapter 603 Snarky Retorts

"It has been a long time since your last visit, Mrs. Damazio," the sales associate greeted. Then, the sales associate smiled and led Simone further into the shop. "We have just released several new designs, and I have reserved those found in your size." The sales associate was perceptive enough to remember Simone was a regular and had treated her like one.

However, Yelena was left behind and ignored. It wasn't because the sales associate looked down on her. No matter how popular she was, she remained a celebrity who occupied a much lower status in the social hierarchy than a wealthy housewife.

Meanwhile, Simone had an unpleasant expression when she noticed the sales associate ignoring Yelena. "I didn't come here to shop for myself," she said. "I'm here to buy a few new outfits for my future daughter-in-law."

The phrase "future daughter-in-law" prompted the sales associate to approach Yelena. Then, the sales associate respectfully greeted, "Oh, Miss Sullivan. This way, please. You are after a few new outfits, yes? Let me measure you first."

Nonetheless, Yelena did not trouble the sales associate even though she had been ignored earlier because she knew this was just how society was. "Thank you," she responded.

After being meticulously measured in a private fitting room, the sales associate presented Yelena with several outfits in her size. "As we are a bespoke tailor boutique, we typically only stock a few designs each season," the sales associate explained. "These are what we have in your size. Have a look and let me know if you have any requests. We can come up with a custom design for you."

Then, Yelena browsed the outfits brought to her. As expected of a bespoke tailor, the clothes were exquisite and covered in tiny details that no major brand could imitate. There was one dress that caught her eye. It was a tight-fitting white dress embroidered with white camellias. She was about to pick it up when a woman behind her reached out and snatched the dress away.

"This dress looks like it's my size," the young woman said. "Amy, wrap it up for me."

On the other hand, Yelena was annoyed that a dress she liked had been taken from her, so she scowled at the tall young woman behind her. "Miss, I was looking at that dress," she declared.

The woman nonchalantly looked down at her phone and tapped it as though she did not hear Yelena. After a few long minutes, the woman finally looked up to shoot her a dismissive look. "What are you staring at? Did you pay for it? If not, then it's open for everyone to buy."

Her remarks rendered Yelena speechless. This woman is not only rude and disregards social etiquette, but her attitude is also shameless.

The woman's eyes suddenly went wide as though a realization struck her. "Aren't you that infamous celebrity Yelena Sullivan? Everyone online is talking about your scandals, but you're still in the mood to shop for clothes?"

Naturally, the scandal she was referring to was how Yelena was sold into a rural village, leading to speculation that she might have been defiled. It was evident from how blunt the woman was when referring to the rumors that she wanted to publicly humiliate Yelena. Nevertheless, those who wish to find fault in someone would always have an excuse to do so. Her words merely made her appear arrogant.

"Why are you so happy about that? Are you the person who started those rumors? Don't you know that the punishment for defamation is years of imprisonment?" Yelena shot back.

Faced with multiple questions, the young woman panicked. "What are you babbling about? Prison? Stop trying to intimidate me," the young woman scoffed. Then, she walked around Yelena, scanning her up and down before letting out a scornful smirk. "Your outfit isn't worth that much. They're so old and plain. Are you even worthy of shopping here?"

After hearing that, Yelena crossed her arms before her chest. However, she calmly glanced at the woman instead of getting angry. "Do you mean to say you are worthy of shopping here?"