Chapter 48

• Lauretta’s pov
• My eyes went wide. I had taken a very detailed look at our dresses and I could bet that anyone would mistake it for being original. If they were unrealistic, trust me, Mom and I wouldn’t be putting them on. She had to be a designer or a witch. But I bet you that it’s the latter!
• “They are not, okay! And don’t you dare speak nasty about us?” I said in a very low tone, not wanting to make a scene especially since the hall was kind of quiet.