Chapter 4

I stood outside the boutique for a full hour, watching them take group photos with Marcus in formal wear.

Then they did a painting-themed photoshoot, getting paint all over the suit.

With each stain, I regretted my past blindness more and more.

After they finished, they threw the ruined suit at me.

"Pick another one yourself. Oh, and the photos will feature the four of us."

Rachel said provocatively in my ear.

But I couldn't hear anything. My mind kept repeating one sentence.

The suit was ruined.

I returned to my parents' house in a daze and lay down, unable to hold back my tears.

Knock knock.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Mom holding a box, looking mysteriously pleased as she handed it to me.

"What's this?"

"Open it and see."

Following Mom's suggestion, I opened the box to find a suit.

Mom smiled beside me.

"You don't know—Vivian had someone deliver this. She's so thoughtful."

"And she designed it herself!"

Hearing this, my heart started pounding.

I suddenly felt that my decision to marry her was the right one.

I took out the suit and tried it on. It fit perfectly.

I could even imagine what Vivian and I would look like standing together.

This woman... she was pretty good.

I smiled and sent her a selfie.

Soon I received her reply.

After that, to avoid running into Fiona and the others, I stayed home until right before the wedding.

Soon, the wedding day arrived.

On the wedding day, the White family arranged a grand motorcade parade, and multiple city landmarks displayed live broadcasts of the ceremony. It showed how much Vivian valued me.

At ten in the morning, I slowly walked up to the ceremony platform, nervously waiting for Vivian's arrival.

Meanwhile, Fiona and the others were drinking at a private club with Marcus, watching the broadcast with cold smiles.

"I want to see where he finds a bride to marry without us three."

"Exactly. He needs to be taught a lesson. When we say we were busy, he'll still protect us. No need to worry about Mr. White getting angry."

Rachel clinked glasses with her companions after speaking.

And on the big screen, I had already slowly walked onto the wedding platform.

My heart was full of anticipation as I waited for Vivian's arrival.

"Fiona, is this really okay?"

Marcus held his wine glass, blinking as he spoke, secretly delighting inside.

The others felt a bit uneasy but still pretended nothing was wrong.

When the time came, Fiona stood up first, only to find Rachel, usually the loudest, frozen in place.

"What's wrong, Rachel?" Fiona asked.

"Fiona, I think Damien was telling the truth. The bride isn't one of us..."

Fiona looked up at the big screen.

When she saw the figure walking toward me, she froze.

"Vivian White!"