**CHAPTER 2 — "The Homeless Woman Returned... But This Time, the Luxury Salon's Doors Opened for Her Like She Was Royalty." 😳👰
About forty-five minutes later, business inside White Rose returned to normal.
The employees joked about the strange woman while serving wealthy customers.
Victoria proudly told a bride,
"Some people simply don't know where they belong."
Just then...
Every phone inside the salon rang at exactly the same moment.
Reception.
Office.
Manager's desk.
Even the owner line.
The staff exchanged confused looks.
Victoria answered first.
"White Rose Bridal."
The color immediately drained from her face.
"What... today?"
She looked toward the entrance.
"No... that can't be right."
She slowly hung up.
Before anyone could ask what happened...
Three black luxury SUVs rolled into the parking lot.
Then another.
Then another.
The showroom became completely silent.
Security guards in dark suits stepped out first.
Behind them came several attorneys carrying leather briefcases.
Finally...
An elderly gentleman with silver hair exited the middle vehicle.
The moment Victoria saw him...
Her knees nearly gave out.
It was Harold Whitmore...
The billionaire investor who owned the company that had quietly purchased White Rose Bridal six months earlier.
He almost never visited any of his businesses in person.
Yet today...
He had arrived without warning.
Every employee hurried into position.
Victoria forced a smile.
"Mr. Whitmore! What an unexpected honor."
But the billionaire ignored her completely.
Instead, he looked around the showroom with cold eyes.
"Where is she?"
Nobody answered.
Harold repeated himself.
"The woman wearing the faded blue dress."
Confused silence.
Victoria swallowed nervously.
"I... I'm afraid she left."
His face darkened instantly.
"You threw her out?"
No one dared to speak.
One consultant quietly pointed toward the front door.
"We thought she was homeless."
Harold slowly closed his eyes.
For several long seconds...
The entire salon was silent enough to hear people breathing.
When he opened them again, his voice was icy.
"You judged her by her clothes..."
"You laughed at her..."
"You refused to let her touch the dress..."
Victoria's hands began shaking.
"Sir... we didn't know..."
"You never asked."
Then came the sentence that shattered everyone in the room.
"The woman you humiliated..."
"...is Evelyn Carter."
"The internationally respected bridal designer who created this salon's most famous collections..."
"...and the only daughter of the woman who founded White Rose."
Every employee froze.
Someone dropped a crystal champagne glass.
It shattered across the marble floor.
Harold looked toward the priceless wedding dress displayed in the window.
Then he spoke one final sentence.
"And unless she forgives you..."
"By tomorrow morning..."
Not one of you will still have a job."
Outside...
A black limousine slowly returned to the salon.
Its rear door opened.
Evelyn stepped out once again.
But this time...
She wasn't alone.
Standing beside her was a world-famous fashion journalist...
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