Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 117

Yasmin answered, "How can that be? I checked it before sending it out, and the dress was fine."

"The dress we received is damaged. You better come to Giselle's house now to fix it, or she won't have a dress to wear tonight," Roxy snapped before hanging up.

She immediately sent Yasmin a photo of the damaged dress.

Yasmin took a look. Parts of the lace had been torn, but it was an easy fix.

Grabbing her toolbox, Yasmin was about to head out when she remembered she was going to Giselle's birthday banquet. She better dress up, or she might be unable to get in.

Digging around, she found a light-colored dress she had designed and put it on. After applying some makeup, she rushed to No. 10, Newphoria Bay.

However, when she arrived, she saw someone guarding the entrance.

The guard didn't allow her to enter without an invitation.

Yasmin bit her lip and dialed Roxy's number, but the latter never picked up.

Yasmin's brows furrowed in agitation.

Just then, a low voice came from behind. "Yasmin?"

Yasmin turned her head.

Ivan, who was dressed in a dark gray suit, gave her a look over, astonished. "What are you doing here?"

The suit he was wearing was made by Yasmin's studio.

When Yasmin saw the suit, she felt a sense of accomplishment. "Roxy told me to come over. She said the dress Giselle had ordered from my studio was damaged, so I came to see if it could be mended. But I can't get in because I don't have an invitation."

Ivan smiled. "You might not have one, but I do."

"Huh?"

"You can attend the banquet as my companion." Ivan offered Yasmin his hand. "May I have the honor of inviting you to attend the banquet with me, milady?"

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Yasmin responded with a smile and took his hand. "Of course."

Ivan asked Summer to carry Yasmin's toolbox, and the three of them entered the hall together.

Giselle's party was being held in the back garden.

Yasmin and Ivan immediately attracted everyone's attention when the crowd spotted their interlocked arms.

"Holy shit! What's going on between them?" On the second floor, Joel, who was holding a glass of wine, was stunned.

"What do you mean?" Erik turned his head.

Joel immediately pointed down. "It's Ivan Burke and our Yasmin—I mean, Yasmin."

Blake was sitting on the side, enjoying some wine, with his back resting against the chair. His eyes, which had been closed, opened abruptly when he heard Yasmin's name.

He walked over to the railing and looked down.

At the entrance, Ivan was accompanied by a gorgeous woman.

The woman wore a soft pink gown with pearls gently adorning her neck.

Yasmin was a beautiful woman with good looks and a good figure, making her outshine all the other women present.

Blake fixed his gaze on her.

"What's wrong? Are both of you entranced?" Joel waved a hand in front of the two dumbstruck men.

Erik slapped his hand away and lied, "Of course not!"

"What's she doing here?" Blake asked coldly.

Joel smiled. "She's clearly Ivan's companion."

Hearing this, Blake's scowl deepened.

Just then, Erik's phone rang.

Giselle was standing in front of the window on the third floor.

She bit her lip as she watched Yasmin steal the limelight downstairs. She said into the phone, "Erik, can you come upstairs and do me a favor?"