At that moment, Eric’s phone rang.
On the other end was Margaret Collins, his mother.
“Why aren’t you back yet? The guests are getting restless,” she barked.
Eric answered, “Sophia refuses to come.”
Margaret exploded, “Put her on the phone!”
I took the call, but before I could say anything, she was already shouting:
“Sophia, where did you pick up this nonsense? The limousine is here and you’re throwing a tantrum? Trying to raise your price, are you?”
“Let me tell you, the Collins family may be wealthy, but we’re not fools. If you don’t want to marry, there are plenty of women lining up to take your place.”
I quickly tried to explain, “No, it’s not that! Eric and Lily brought a dog and want me to go through the ceremony with it.”
Margaret was a very traditional woman, so I thought she’d stop Eric. But to my disbelief, she said lightly, “I already knew.”
“Lily’s reading showed that Eric would face misfortune if he held the wedding. Better safe than sorry—let the dog do it.”
“You’re marrying my son, so you should put his well-being first. Stop making trouble out of nothing.”
Then she hung up.
I stood there, stunned.
Eric sneered. “Still not getting in the car?”