Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 1

"It's breathtaking!"

Stella Quinn was clad in a wedding dress; her slender waist accentuated by the dress's voluminous skirt, she looked every bit the princess in a fairy tale.

Even without makeup, her face looked exquisitely stunning, earning her praises from the shop manager adjusting her dress.

“Why didn’t Mr. Yorick Quarry come with you to check it out? Men and women see things differently, you know.”

Stella’s lips curled into a polite smile, “Work’s got him tied up. He couldn’t make it.”

As if on cue, her phone buzzed. Glancing at the caller ID, she answered, “Susie.”

“Star, I just saw Ursula and Yorick together!”

The originally joy on Stella’s face slowly faded away at the news, her gaze turning icy as well.

Yorick Quarry, her fiancé, and they were planning to marry in a week. While Ursula Larkin, just the mention of her name stirred a sense of distaste in Stella.

Stella signaled the shop manager, who was fetching the dress. The latter nodded in comprehension. With a wave of her hand, all the staff immediately went away with the manager.

Left alone, Stella gazed at her well-manicured nails and asked nonchalantly, “Where did you see them?”

Susanna replied, “At the hospital, the gynaecology and obstetrics.”

Stella laughed, raising an eyebrow, “Interesting choice of location, indeed.”

Men and women visiting a gynaecology and obstetrics together usually hinted at certain implications.

Susanna continued, “That Ursula is nothing but a siren, and Yorick’s no better. You should call off the wedding!”

Susanna had got irked before Stella did.

Stella took a sip from her water glass, “Every time she makes a move, I’m the one who suffers. Why are you getting worked up?”

Two years back, Ursula hoped to be forgiven by her before leaving. Now she was back, getting entangled with Yorick. Did she think Stella was too kind, too generous?

Susanna snapped, “Choosing to stir things up right before your wedding, she’s clearly up to no good.”

Stella’s gaze hardened, “Gotta go.”

Susanna asked, “Where are you going?”

“If someone’s stirring the pot, might as well see it for myself,” Stella quipped before hanging up.

Staring at her reflection in the wedding dress, she reached for the bodice and tore the dress apart, leaving the broken attire scattered on the floor.

Upon seeing the scene, the staff nearby turned in shock. Yet, none dared to approach her, given the stern look on her face.