My MIL Ordered Me a Dress Four Sizes Too Small for Her Party, Saying, ‘It’s Time for You to Lose Weight’ – Karma Didn’t Take Long to Catch up with Her

“You’re fighting over dresses that aren’t even yours?”

“They were paid for!”

The officer corrected her.

“Deposits were paid. That does not establish ownership.”

Clara’s face went bright red.

The boutique coordinator added,

“Several garments were also never accepted by the women they were ordered for.”

I immediately thought about the conversation I had overheard in the restroom.

Then Simon touched my elbow.

“Jen, come with me.”

He led me toward the coatroom.

The boutique coordinator followed us carrying a tablet.

Clara started after us.

Dave stopped her.

“Let them go.”

The coordinator opened an order record.

My name appeared at the top.

Jennifer.

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