I took a deep breath and said, "I won't marry into the Leanders, if you two are fine, please make way."
"You!" Their proud expression suddenly changed, clearly not expecting me, who had always been docile and gentle, to be so tough.
I ignored them and walked straight past them to the dressing room.
Tiffany shouted angrily behind me, "You uncivilized thing!"
In the dressing room, someone had already been waiting for me.
The slim-fitting sportswear made his shoulders look broad and his legs long and the sunlight shining from the side outlines his neat silhouette.
Just that the dark circles under his eyes betrayed him, probably he didn't sleep well.
As soon as he saw me step in, he stood up with his arms folded, with that familiar, annoying smile on his lips.
I turned my face away. "Didn't someone swear to never attend my wedding?"
He suddenly leaned closer and his warm breath swept past my ear.
The moment our eyes met, I saw the stubborn boy from ten years ago.
"Hailey, admit your defeat," he said.
I pursed my lips without saying a word.
He became anxious. "Wait ... you forgot?"
"I don't care. We'll get married in three days. If you don't come ...." He paused, as if he had made up his mind. "I'll go to your family and tell them I'm their son-in-law!"
And as if afraid of hearing my rejection, he quickly slipped out the door.
I burst out laughing.
This fool, of course I remembered the bet.
Our two families were old friends and we grew up together, so how could we be lovers if we knew each other too well?
Ten years ago, he confessed his feelings to me and I said, "Let’s just be friends."
He looked heartbroken but insisted on making a bet with me.
I didn't expect I still lost in the end.
A few minutes later, I finished changing out of my wedding dress and Cornell sent me a photo.
How shocked I was when I saw all my belongings were piled up like garbage at the door of the villa.
The most eye-catching thing in my eyes was the hand-sewn wedding quilt my mother had made for me. It was stuffed carelessly in a transparent plastic bag and the bright red satin hurt my eyes in the sunlight.
[Come and pack your things, then get out of here quickly!]
[Since you don't want to marry me, I'll let Grace throw it away.]
I stared at the screen, my fingertips feeling cold.
He knew how to control me so well. I could give up other things, but I must take back the quilt.
[Okay.]