Wearing the same dress? What was that supposed to mean? Who were they talking about? Her? That was impossible. The media had already swung their cameras toward another part of the room. The rapid click of shutters was a clear reminder that she was no longer the center of attention. Following the lenses, Carolyn's eyes widened in disbelief. What was this? She'd been told this dress was an exclusive limited-run piece, with only a handful in circulation worldwide—the kind you'd never see duplicated, especially not in a city like Capaville. It was supposed to be so rare that whoever wore it would instantly become the photographer's darling. Yet now, the cameras were flocking to someone else... someone wearing the exact same dress. Carolyn stood frozen. Next to her, Monique was equally speechless, staring at the scene in utter shock. Not only were the dresses identical, but even the hair and makeup styles were uncomfortably similar. This was... The woman standing beside Arthur, clinging to his arm, was Jennifer—the same Jennifer who'd been all over the gossip columns lately. And today, she was dressed as Carolyn's mirror image. Jennifer, positioned next to Arthur, had effortlessly become the talking point of the moment. Media cameras remained fixed on her, only occasionally swiveling back to capture a shot of Carolyn in the twin dress. Realizing the attention had shifted to their fashion mishap, Carolyn quickly stepped half behind Monique. "Mom," she whispered, her voice tight, "you said there was no chance of this happening. It hasn't even been three hours..." Not only had it happened, but it had happened at the most important event of the season. So they'd matched. Fine. In a situation like this, the one who looked worse should be nervous. Carolyn considered herself a star—or at least, she had been once. What did she have to fear from some nobody? Jennifer was older, and her figure was no match. They were all washed up anyway. Why should she be intimidated? Swallowing her pride, Carolyn decided she would simply overpower the other woman with her presence. Just wait—once Chloe made a complete fool of herself later, she, Carolyn, would be the one left standing tall. "Mom, let's go say hello," Carolyn murmured, taking Monique's hand. "We can't back down now. Remember, we're the hosts today. They... They're just a partner the Lewis family left behind." Hearing this, Monique's smile returned. "My, Carolyn, you're learning." Arm in arm, they moved toward the Myers, who were holding court nearby. Monique fixed an elegant, victorious smile on her face as she glided toward Madilyn. She had disliked Madilyn for years. Back when Charles had first found Chloe and proposed the marriage alliance between her and Arthur, Madilyn's attitude had been insufferably haughty. The Myers family was old money, more established, and far richer. By all logic, the Lewis family wasn't in their league. As Madilyn had put it so charmingly, it was a "generational blessing" for the Lewis family that Chloe was allowed to marry into their lineage. As Chloe's stepmother, Monique had swallowed plenty of Madilyn's condescension back then. She couldn't retaliate at the time—first, because the Myers connection was useful, and second, because Charles doted on Chloe, and Monique didn't dare make waves while she was still under his scrutiny. But now, facing Madilyn was different. Every slight, every look of disdain—she was going to return it all today. "Well, if it isn't Mrs. Madilyn Myers!" Monique announced as she approached, Carolyn in tow. Her eyes immediately flicked to the dress Jennifer wore. Before Madilyn could utter a word, Monique let out a dismissive sniff. "Carolyn, darling, it seems your dress has a twin. And here Witt assured us it was a one-of-a-kind piece. I suppose 'exclusive' doesn't mean what it used to. Tell him not to bother calling on the Lewis family anymore. We won't be requiring his services." "Of course, Mom," Carolyn said sweetly, leaning into Monique's side. She then turned a saccharine smile toward Jennifer. "A word of advice, dear—the back of this dress runs a bit tight. It can add a little bulk through the shoulders. You might want to have it taken in. If you need a good tailor, I can recommend one." It was framed as kindness, but the subtext was clear. "You look broad and awkward in this dress. You can't carry it off like I can." Jennifer, who considered herself a professional at this kind of genteel warfare, caught the barb immediately. "How thoughtful of you to notice, Ms. Lewis," she replied smoothly. "It was just delivered for final fitting, actually. I haven't had the chance for alterations yet."Carolyn's lips curled in a silent smirk. But before she could volley back, Jennifer continued, her tone perfectly calm.