Isabella pretended to smooth things over. “Oh, that incident back then… Claire probably didn’t mean it. I’ve long since stopped caring.”
As she spoke, she looked at me with a smug smile:
“But today is my big day. My husband is the richest man in Bayshore City, and the guests here are all wealthy and powerful. With your lowly status—and your sticky fingers—this isn’t the place for you.”
“If you want to eat, you’ll have to wait at the door. Once everyone’s finished, I’ll pack up some leftovers for you.”
The classmates rushed to praise Isabella for her beauty and kindness, and some even urged me to kneel down and thank her for her generosity.
I only smiled faintly.
“If I don’t go in, this wedding isn’t happening today.”
Because of the secrecy of my work, I rarely interacted with the outside world.
Even with my own brother, I had barely seen him over the years.
But now that he was getting married, and with our parents gone, I couldn’t possibly miss it.
When I arrived at the venue and saw the wedding portrait at the hotel entrance, I realized that the woman my brother had spoken so highly of was the same Isabella who had framed me and made me a pariah in high school.