บท 147: Speak Ill of the Dead

"Out of the question." The words flew out of Matteo's mouth before anyone could react. "This dress is not meant for Emmeline."

"Ridiculous!" Annalise retorted. "How will you know if a dress is meant for my daughter if she's not allowed to try it? Anything she can pull off, my daughter can do it better," Annalise added smugly, shooting Amelia a disparaging glance from the corner of her eyes. "Now hand over that dress, Jenna. We've already wasted enough time."

"But this―" Jenna's eyes darted to Amelia and Matteo before she steeled herself to refuse them. 

Emmeline Hawthorne had already destroyed her lounge; Jenna would rather die than have her lay her grubby little hands on this wedding gown. 

"This gown is saved for Amelia. I'm sorry, but you'll have to pick another dress to try on."