Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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I was a bit surprised to see rack after rack of wedding dresses on the third floor.
This part of the shop was never open to customers. I always thought it held some kind of valuable items, but it turned out to be wedding dresses, and even more surprisingly, they belonged to the Frederick family.
“Ms. Morland, every dress here is sized for you. Pick whichever you like.”
I blinked, even more baffled.
I tried to ask what was going on, but the look on Frank’s face told me he had just found out too.
On my wedding day, they dragged me out of bed at dawn to get me ready.
The makeup artist was lifting the veil toward my head when the door burst open.
Sebastian snatched the veil off my head and slammed it on the table, eyes blazing.
“Aurora, when are you gonna stop this crap? You know damn well I’m not marrying you, so why are you still pushing
it?!
“You’re dragging everyone down so you can play bride?!”
It was my wedding day, and I didn’t want a fight. I took the veil back, handed it to the makeup artist, and kept my
voice flat.
“Relax. Today’s wedding has got nothing to do with you.”
I thought that would shut him up, but he blew up instead.
He yelled, “Nothing to do with me? Bullshit! The whole city knows this wedding is for you and me!
“Aurora, you’re selfish as hell! I never knew you had this side! You’ll screw anyone over to get what you want! You’re not half the girl Clara is. You…”
Seeing him get more and more worked up, I swung my hand and slapped him across the face.
He stood there, stunned.
“Calm down now? Then get the hell out!”
He snapped back, red-faced. Through gritted teeth, he spat, “Fine! Very well!
“Mark my words: I will never marry you! You’ll be a laughingstock today, and your family will be dragged down right along with you!”
I glared at him, stone-cold.
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Mom and Dad were right-he really was an ungrateful jerk.
He could insult me all he wanted, but dragging my entire family down? That was where I drew the line.
My hand lifted, ready to slap him again-
when the makeup artist rushed in, flustered.
“Ms. Morland, Mr. Frederick is here for you. Veil on, quickly!”
Sebastian’s face froze. His brows snapped together.
“Mr. who? Coming for what?”
Before he could finish, a low, magnetic voice rolled in from the doorway.
“Well, who’s talking to my bride?”
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