Jason leaned in without hesitation and kissed her.
The camera zoomed in on their kiss—their lips and teeth clearly visible as they pulled apart.
I felt nauseous and opened the car door, unable to stop myself from vomiting.
Charles quickly patted my back. “Why did you throw up so suddenly? I’ll take you to the hospital.”
I waved him off and rinsed my mouth with the water he handed me. My The Heirloom Gown was glaringly obvious now, and I just wanted it off.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a bag on the back seat. I grabbed it and found Charles’s freshly dry-cleaned shirt and pants inside.
I removed the heavy headdress and changed into his clothes.
Though far too big, I rolled up the cuffs and tightened the waistband with a rubber band to make them fit.
At that moment, my phone rang again. “Lydia, was our wedding beautiful? Mr. Miller and I will be toasting guests soon.”
“Your family doesn’t seem to care about you. They didn’t even notice the bride had changed.”
“I won’t livestream the toasts—it’s a waste of battery. I’m hanging up now.”
Charles returned. “That woman’s acting crazy. I’m too tired to argue with her. Let my assistant handle it.”