Sure enough, it was made of stretchable but tight fabric that would hug a woman's curves.

There was nowhere to hide any insecurity or problematic areas.

Brylee's hands instinctively went to her sides and pinched her love handles. When she turned back to Rosalynn, there was a knowing smile on her face, which made Brylee's expression darken.

"And? | have nothing to worry about. My body is perfect. | would suit all kinds of clothes."

"Is that right? | guess we'll see about that," Rosalynn goaded.

Karina added, "Rosalynn's right. Only a woman with a figure like hers would be able to wear that dress."

Even the shop assistant tried to persuade Brylee. "Miss, the size of this dress seems to be too small for your frame. | wouldn't recommend you to try it on."

The simultaneous jabs from the three women got on Brylee's nerves.

She grabbed the dress from the shop assistant's hands and stormed to the fitting room, determined to make them eat their words.

“| can definitely wear it!"

The door to the fitting room slammed shut, and Karina winked at Rosalynn.

“Nice job, Rosalynn. Brylee walked right into that one. This is going to be one hell of a show.”

Rosalynn shrugged. "I didn't really have any intention of wasting my time on her, but she kept asking for it."

In the VIP lounge on the second floor, Sanford leaned against the railing and sent the video he had just recorded to Brian. His eyes sparkled with interest.

He had chanced upon a great scene. From the looks of it, Rosalynn was being picked on by Brylee.

He wondered how Brian would react.

Outside the fitting room, Rosalyn and Karina waited for Brylee to come out.

It took a while before Brylee emerged from the fitting room, clad in the forest green dress.

She held her breath, the fabric wrapped around her body tightly. She bore the confining tightness, careful not to move too much or breathe too freely in fear of ripping the garment.

"See? | told you | could wear it."

Brylee raised her chin, still managing to look proud despite the discomfort.

Rosalynn smiled wordlessly, but counted the seconds in her head.

Five, four, three, two, one!

The sound of cloth tearing punctuated the last second—the dress burst at the seams the moment Brylee let out a deep breath.

Her love handles were exposed, catching the attention of other customers, who laughed at the sight.