The embroidered mugwort was hidden within the intricate patterns of the fabric. Ashley had never looked closely before, but now— Oh my god. I’ve been wearing Mr. Ivan’s designs this whole time?! Ashley gasped. "I… I’m wearing Mr. Ivan’s design?!" Arthur had Ivan make custom clothing for her?! The realization sent waves of excitement through her. If there weren’t so many people around, she would have thrown herself at Arthur and kissed him senseless. That’s Mr. Ivan! Like every girl, Ashley loved beautiful clothes. She had always dreamed of owning an Ivan original—of dressing up in something breathtaking and appearing in front of Arthur, knowing all eyes would be on her. She never imagined that not only did she already own an Ivan design—she had been wearing one all along! And it was all because Arthur had asked Ivan to make them for her. In that moment, Ashley felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. Arthur was so good to her. He had done something so incredible for her without even saying a word. She must be the luckiest girl in the world. Arthur saw the joy on her face and reached out to ruffle her hair. "Silly girl. You’ve got plenty of Ivan’s designs in your closet. Check when you get home." Ashley sucked in a sharp breath. She clapped a hand over her mouth, staring at Arthur in disbelief. I have more? Arthur had never mentioned it before, and she had never paid much attention. But now, remembering back—she had seen that same embroidered mugwort on some of the clothes Arthur had gifted her. She had never thought much of it, assuming it was just a decorative detail. But now, knowing the truth— That means I’ve worn Mr. Ivan’s designs… multiple times?!Ashley nearly screamed on the spot. Meanwhile, those closest—Zac, Tia, and the rest of the crowd—heard every word. The entire hall exploded. "Oh my god! Ashley has been wearing Mr. Ivan’s designs this whole time?!" "She’s so lucky! I wish I were Arthur’s girlfriend!" "Do you even realize how expensive Ivan’s designs are? Each piece is worth a fortune!" "And they have several of them! Do you know what that’s worth?!" "People said Arthur was broke, but look at him! His girlfriend wears Ivan originals as everyday clothes!" "Do you know how rare Ivan’s designs are?! People beg for just one, and they won’t even wear it unless it’s the most important event of their life!" "No wonder Ashley has been looking stunning these past two years! It’s because she’s been wearing Ivan’s designs all along!" "How the hell did Ivan even agree to design casual wear for them? What kind of relationship do they have with him?!" "Is this even the Arthur we knew?" "If this is what a broke loser looks like, then what the hell are we?!" Someone hesitated, then asked, "Wait… what if Arthur’s phone call was fake? What if the person on the other end wasn’t actually Mr. Ivan?" "Are you an idiot?" Someone snapped back immediately. "Mr. Ivan’s voice is instantly recognizable! Are you saying we all got fooled?" "I follow Ivan online. He posts videos sometimes—I know his voice perfectly! That was definitely him!" "I even checked Arthur’s phone screen when he was calling. The location showed Ivan’s mountain residence!" "He actually knows Ivan… and they’re that close…" The voices blurred into an endless roar of shock and disbelief. Zac, standing in the middle of it all, looked like he had been punched in the gut. His face cycled through every emotion possible—humiliation, rage, disbelief—until he looked like a glitching machine, his mind unable to process what had just happened. And standing beside him, Tia… Her expression was harder to read. Unlike Zac, whose face twisted with sheer humiliation, Tia’s gaze toward Arthur had changed completely. She no longer looked at him with hatred or disdain. Instead— There was something else in her eyes. Regret. Longing. Admiration. Arthur… actually knows Ivan. Not just knows him—he’s close enough to have Ivan design custom clothing for Ashley. That was a luxury beyond anything she could imagine. Her heart pounded as an absurd thought entered her mind. Two years ago, Arthur was my fiancé. If I had never left him… if I had stayed engaged to him… Then the one wearing Ivan’s designs today… Would have been me.