Held successfully
The pure white wedding dress, a few daisies trimmed with silky fabric, should have been the most perfect piece of work, but it was flawed by the silhouette at the hem.
From the marks, it was obvious that someone had used a pair of scissors to cut it.
"Who did this?" Qing Ya cried out in disbelief.
"It wasn't me, it wasn't me. When I went to get it, it was already like this." The little girl's body trembled even more violently.
"Don't be afraid, we don't blame you." Xia Xiaoling comforted her gently.
"Little Warm, the wedding dress can't be worn at all since it's been cut like this. Right now, time is of the essence, even if I rushed to the wedding shop to get it, it would still be too late." Qing Ya was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
"Master, take a look. Is there any way?" Xia Xiaowang asked the clothing designer with a frown.
But she shook her head in shame.