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Marco's avoidance of discussing the cafeteria incident made it difficult for me to ask about his true feelings of jealousy. As we prepared to meet with a designer, my mind was preoccupied with his earlier remark, causing me to miss important details.

Curiosity prompted me to ask, "Where are we going?"

However, Marco simply replied, "We're going to a Gala," providing no further explanation or context.

Upon arriving at the designer recommended by his mother, I couldn't help but feel like I was under close scrutiny. The Moretti women had been patronizing this establishment for generations, despite my previous mention of having connections elsewhere. Donning a burgundy dress with a plunging neckline and an overskirt, I chose this color to enhance my skin tone, a decision that the designer also confirmed.

"Mrs. Moretti, your physique is stunning! I am confident that my masterpiece will suit you perfectly," the designer exclaimed, applauding me. I simply smiled, unsure of how to accept com