I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Selene glanced at the dresses chosen by the three people. John had picked a white dress that was both elegant and grand. Her mother chose a dreamy blue one with feather designs at the neckline, making it look light and lively. Her father selected a pink and white gradient dress, which was cute and ladylike. Selene found herself in a dilemma; no matter which dress she chose, it would hurt the feelings of the other two.

“Selene, are you trying on dresses?” Elsa arrived and genuinely admired the three dresses. “They are so beautiful.” Each of these high-end custom dresses was worth millions.

Selene handed over her dilemma to Elsa. “Help me choose one; I have decision fatigue.”

“The pure white one,” Elsa suggested. “The neckline isn’t too low, fitting your usual style, and white complements your skin tone best.” Elsa knew that the other two dresses were prepared by their parents. The pink and white gradient dress was Elsa’s favorite; it was so beautiful that wearing it would make anyone look like a fairy. The blue one was also excellent, especially with the feather design at the neckline.

Selene didn’t bother guessing Elsa’s little thoughts. She could wear anything, so she said, “Alright, the white one it is.”

Elsa was surprised that Selene actually took her advice.

Mrs. Wilkinson said, “Alright then, let’s go with the white one. Selene, try it on.”

“Okay.”

Selene took the dress to the bathroom to try it on and came out wearing it. The white satin long dress was as soft as moonlight, fitting her perfectly and accentuating her curves. As she walked, the satin shimmered under the light, making her look like a full moon-more beautiful than moonlight itself.

Elsa suddenly regretted choosing this dress. It was simple but elegant with some embellishments, making it appear even more noble.

Mrs. Wilkinson’s eyes lit up. “No wonder you’re my precious daughter; you look stunning. Turn around so I can see.”

Selene turned around gracefully. She had learned etiquette at Celestial Alliance; sometimes assassination missions required disguises to blend into different settings. Etiquette and posture were essential courses for Celestial Alliance assassins.

Selene had a great figure and posture, exuding an elegant and noble aura that made Elsa very jealous.

Mrs. Wilkinson couldn’t stop smiling. “Beautiful, beautiful! This is the one. Tomorrow, my daughter will surely amaze everyone.”

Selene said, “Elsa has good taste; she made a great choice.”

Elsa forced a smile. “It’s because Selene is beautiful; it’s not the dress that makes the person but the person who makes the dress.”

“Such sweet talk,” Mrs. Wilkinson teased, feeling relieved to see the sisters getting along well.

Selene said, “Mom, it’s getting late; let’s rest early. I’ll change out of this dress and you can put it away.”

With that, Selene went back to the bathroom to change out of the dress and handed it to Mrs. Wilkinson.

Mrs. Wilkinson didn’t think much of it and said, “Alright then, Elsa and I will go rest now too. You should get some sleep and be refreshed for tomorrow.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Okay.” After seeing them off, Selene’s phone rang-it was Harvey calling.

Selene hadn’t even closed the door yet when she answered, “Harvey, why are you calling so late…”

Elsa overheard this as she left the room and felt jealous knowing Harvey’s heart was set on Selene.

The door closed behind Selene, cutting off any further eavesdropping by Elsa.

Mrs. Wilkinson told Elsa, “Go to bed early; don’t stay up late.”

“Mom, I know,” Elsa replied moodily.

Seeing Mrs. Wilkinson put the dress away in the storage room gave Elsa an idea.

She wouldn’t let Selene steal the spotlight; she wanted her to embarrass herself instead.

If Selene’s dress ripped at the return banquet and caused a wardrobe malfunction, she would be utterly humiliated.

With this thought in mind, Elsa pretended to go back to her room but waited until Mrs. Wilkinson left before sneaking into the storage room. She found Selene’s dress and maliciously damaged its zipper with scissors.

“Let’s see how you steal the show now,” Elsa muttered to herself smugly as she ensured her sabotage would go unnoticed until it was too late.