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A collective gasp, followed by a stunned silence, seized the Dressrious Salon. Then, a crescendo of panicked whispers and shouts erupted. “Someone call an ambulance!” “Call the police!” “Is he really dead?”
People rushed from every direction, surrounding the fallen Ambassador. His wife, witnessing the horror, let out a piercing shriek and fainted, collapsing into the arms of a nearby socialite.
“Is there a doctor? We need a doctor!” the Secretary of Commerce bellowed, his face pale with shock.
The Business Minister of the Frankish Kingdom, his eyes blazing with fury, pushed through the crowd and pointed directly at Trevor and Spion. “What’s happening?” he demanded. “Did you poison our Ambassador?”
Trevor, his face ashen with terror, stumbled back. “I don’t know what’s happening,” he stammered. “He ate one bite of an apple, then suddenly…” As he spoke, Spion gently pulled his cuffs from behind, a subtle signal for him to stop talking.
Just then, a distinguished, aged man with a silver-flecked beard pushed through the crowd, accompanied by Lady News and Report Man. “I’m a doctor,” he said calmly. He knelt and, with trained precision, checked the Ambassador’s pulse. It was gone. He looked at the man’s lips, which had turned an unnatural, terrifying shade of black. He then picked up the apple still clutched in the dead man’s hand. The flesh where the single bite had been taken was also a sickening black. “This looks like poisoning,” the doctor announced, his voice grave. “The apple may be the source.”
“Oh, I ate the apple, too,” a woman cried from the crowd. “Me too!” another voice shouted, and soon, a murmur of fear spread as people realized they had all been eating the same apples.
A cold dread spread through the room. “The apples were a special delivery from the White Palace, delivered by the Queen’s agents,” the Head Waiter stammered, his face ashen.
The Business Minister of the Frankish Kingdom stepped forward, his fury now directed at the Secretary of Commerce. “First, a trade war, then a ridiculous negotiation, and now this? A poisoned Ambassador? Is the United Fairylands trying to start a war with the Frankish Kingdom?”
The Secretary of Commerce held up his hands. “Minister, please, calm down! The ambulance and police are on their way. We need to discuss how to tell the media…”
But as he finished his sentence, a thousand phones across the Salon simultaneously erupted with the same alert tone. It was already too late.
GOSSIP NEWS: POISONOUS POLITICS!
Spotted: The Ambassador of the Frankish Kingdom, mysteriously dead at the Dressrious Salon’s Liquid Night Soirée. Our little birds report a single bite of a beautiful red apple was all it took. Could the Queen have poisoned the poor Ambassador as a warning to all who dare defy her tariff? An insider tells me all the apples were a “special gift” from the White Palace. What’s more, my source also reveals a shocking secret about the Ambassador and his wife: they are both regulars at the Salon, but they never, ever attended together before this time. What’s the reason behind that? We’ll share more next time. You know you love me.
XOXO, Gossip News.