Bella Green gazed at Joanna Ramsey with softened eyes, yet she had no intention of trying it on.

"If Miss Jordan likes it so much, let her have it," she said.

Joanna Ramsey pursed her lips, somewhat unwilling.

But seeing Bella Green’s determined gaze, Joanna reluctantly let go.

Joanne Jordan’s lips curled up, a hint of disdain in her eyes.

"Is Miss Jordan not going to try it on?"

Joanne squinted at her, then looked at the dress in her hand.

Red really didn’t suit her, but she was confident her own charisma could carry off the dress.

Joanne picked up the dress and turned into the fitting room.

Joanna watched her back, fuming with anger.

"On TV, she looks decent enough, but in person, she’s absolutely awful. We clearly saw it first, and yet she shamelessly snatches it from us."

Joanna grumbled angrily.

Bella Green smiled, looking at the other clothes on the rack, without saying a word.

"Bella, you liked that dress, why let her have it? I can afford it," Joanna said, feeling wronged.

Her pitiful look made Bella Green laugh, as she raised her hand to pinch her chubby little cheek.

"With a figure like mine, anything looks good on me."

Such narcissistic words made Joanna scrunch up her face.

"Bella..."

Joanna looked at her chest, hesitant to speak.

Joanne’s chest must be several sizes larger...

Seeing the girl’s gaze lingering in front of her chest, Bella Green’s face suddenly darkened, as she picked up a dress in front of her and turned into the fitting room.

Joanna realized too late that she might have been too obvious, and shrank her neck, sticking out her tongue.

Her expression was utterly adorable.

Before long, Joanne emerged.

She stood in front of the mirror, smiling with satisfaction.

Red was not beyond her, just not her preferred color.

Joanna watched Joanne come out, eyes widening in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, the dress looked so good on her.

Joanne turned and walked to Joanna, chin raised arrogantly, smiling as she spoke.

"Do you think my complexion can handle this dress?"

Joanna blushed and turned her eyes away, noting that this woman sure holds grudges.

"It’s, it’s alright."

The saleswoman nearby snorted at the comment, then looked at Joanne with delight and said,

"Who would have thought Miss Jordan would look so stunning in red! This dress seems tailor-made for you, truly beautiful. Some people just lack self-awareness; with your figure and poise, Miss Jordan, what wouldn’t look good on you? And they dare to compete with you."

Joanne smiled but didn’t respond, instead turning to Joanna, "Where’s Bella Green?"

Joanna was about to reply when the door of another fitting room behind her opened.

Joanna instinctively looked over, and her mouth dropped open, eyes fixed irresistibly.

Her big, bright eyes were filled with amazement.

The same fiery red, yet Bella Green wore a strapless gown.

The floor-length hem swayed with her steps, like a blooming red flower.

The tight design fully showcased her perfect curves.

Her snow-white shoulders were bare, revealing her exquisite collarbones.

Bella Green walked over, her back straight like a proud swan.

Bella Green turned her head, glanced at Joanne beside her, and smiled elegantly and sweetly.

"This dress suits Miss Jordan very well."

However, this compliment sounded harsh to Joanne’s ears.