Chapter: 732

Elena just tuned out all the doubtful muttering swirling around her. With a casual flick of her wrist, she shortened the hem of the wedding dress and grabbed a paintbrush.

With just a few strokes of the brush, the ugly stains on the bodice blossomed into delicate daisies.

Nobody had a clue what Elena was up to. Even though she could handle a paintbrush perfectly, a few measly flowers weren't gonna salvage that ruined wedding dress.

Evelyn sneered to herself, thinking Elena's hick upbringing had clearly warped her sense of style. Did Elena honestly think drawing a couple of daisies counted as design? Elena was just a naive country bumpkin, way out of her league.

But as Elena kept painting, that once-filthy wedding dress started to transform, to take on a life of its own.